Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Percy Jackson Seclusion

Celestial Academy of Mystics

What if you wake up on the morning of your fifteenth birthday to discover a system screen floating over your head? It means you are a Mystic, one of the hundred people born each year who have access to the Celestial system and powers of the universe. What if when you go to get registered as a Mystic at their Academy you discover that all the slots are taken? There are already a hundred mystics in the system. You are a strange anomaly that has never happened in a billion years. Well, you must be none other than Xavier Xerxes. The weird teenager who was bullied for his strange white skin, long snowy hair and pink eyes is now also a Mystic who shouldn't exist. It couldn't have gotten any worse for him. Now he has to attend Celestial Academy to get basic training in leveling up and growing into the full potentials of his powers so he can slay demons and battle monsters from real to realm. He has the opportunity to grow from a human to an Immortal, saving the world along the way. Cool, right? But there's one little problem. Xavier doesn't do anything that could pass off as stressful. No, he prefers to read books in the library. He loves to write stories and poems. He cries through romantic movies. He has never walked farther than a meter in his life. No sporting activity whatsoever. He hates violence. Now they expect him to carry a sword. He is supposed to turn his body into a weapon of destruction, and his mind into a fortress of power. What the hell? How is he expected to survive a day at Celestial Academy when he has been home schooled since he was a child? How is he supposed to kill a bloodthirsty troll when he is scared of spiders? Exercise drills, push ups, war games...meditating? Never before in his life! Right. We all have to wait and see. Hopefully he'll find a way not to die on the first day.
Percy_Seacrest · 218.5K Views

Been A While

"Do you love me, Jackson?" Jackson cupped her face, his touch gentle, his lips hovering just above hers. "With everything I have, Elissa. Always." She had believed him. From the moment they met, Jackson had been her safe place—her dream of love wrapped in warm embraces and whispered promises. He was everything she had ever wanted, a man who knew how to love her, how to make her laugh, how to set her body on fire with a single touch. Their love had been effortless, intoxicating, the kind that made the world disappear. Marriage was supposed to be a beautiful beginning, and for a while, it was. Jackson showered her with affection, made her feel like a queen. His family embraced her, and she basked in the warmth of a home she had longed for all her life. Every night, she fell asleep in his arms, believing she was the luckiest woman alive. Until the love in his eyes turned into something else. The passion that once burned between them became cold, distant. His once gentle touch became possessive, almost punishing. The man who had once worshipped her body began to treat it like a right, not a gift. She wasn’t sure when it changed—was it when she got pregnant? When she moved into his family home? Or had Jackson been wearing a mask all along? "Jackson… what happened to us?" she whispered one night, hoping for the man she married to return. He looked at her, his gaze unreadable, and for the first time, she felt afraid. "Go to sleep, Elissa," he said, turning away. But she couldn’t. Because deep inside, she knew—something was breaking. And this time, love alone wouldn’t be enough to save it.
SHARM_LEOPARD · 3.2K Views

THE SECLUSION OF PENS

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.
Beelliant · 1.6K Views
Related Topics
More