The GhostWARNING: BLOOD OF OLYMPUS SPOILERS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. (MAJOR SPOILERS CASUALLY THROWN ABOUT AS IF THEY WERE MINOR SPOILERS. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING.)The Ghost by Akela-Nakamura
I MEAN IT. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO SAY "I DIDN'T KNOW IT HAD SPOILERS!" OR GET ANGRY WITH ME BECAUSE OF THEM.
YOU. HAVE. BEEN. WARNED.
Piper was tired. It had been a long day. Her back was sore. Her arms felt like lead. She blew her hair out of her face. On anyone else it would have simply looked messy. But on her it looked deliberately mussed, adding chic to her simple outfit of a Camp Half-Blood shirt and well-worn jeans. She looked like a model, she couldn’t help it. But she did little to draw attention to herself. At the moment, she was sweaty and sleepy.
She’d forgotten it was Halloween.
She stepped into the Aphrodite cabin, which never failed to smell as if several models had thrown their various perfume bottles through the windows like smelly Molotov cocktails. Breathing shallowly, she frowned at the darkness beyo
Chapter 42--The Blood of HecateChapter 42--The Blood of Hecate by ClovistheNinjaKing
Erebos snarled, turning away from the spot where Selene vanished and pointed at Khalcifer. “Find Euryale and Isti’Zaar. Tell them that we are going to be under attack by Apollo.”
Khalcifer frowned. “How can you be so sure that it will be Apollo?”
“Three immortals?” Erebos growled. “We have held one captive for months. Of course one of them will be Apollo. And light has always been the bane of darkness. We will need aid.”
Khalcifer nodded, shouted a couple orders to some oneiroi and jogged down a tunnel and was swallowed up by darkness.
Erebos took position in the center of the room. He seemed to have grown, now towering fifteen feet above the ground with swarms of oneiroi flying around his head like bats as he twirled his dark blade, watching the tunnels with the vision of an eagle. The god of darkness was getting ready for battle.
The demigods shifted uneasily. Mason didn’t know what was going to end up happening to them. The
Winding Vines - Chapter 3If we didn't get out of here, we'd be a roasted meal for these things. Mom had dragged me into my room and locked my door, gazing down from my tented window. Something told me she planned on jumping down, and that's exactly what went through her mind.Winding Vines - Chapter 3 by Soaring-Griffen
"Griffen, we're going to have to jump down." She glared behind me , narrowing her eyes. The loud scraping of claws continued at the front door.
I blinked my eyes in surprise, "Mom, we are three stories high! Are you insane?" To be honest, I was kind of on her side with this one. It was either hoping to not break some bones or probably get eaten by messed up creatures.
"Look," She was quivering. I just noticed. She seemed worried and shaky and nervous, like she was being pressured. In a way, we were, "Do you really want to go against those Furies? We can't win."
I shook my head, moistening my lips before protesting, "Mom...You just said 'Furies'. You know what they are, so you must have known they'd come. You also know we can't win. " She
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