AN: I really like the Percy Jackson series and Have started to read the Magnus chase series, I wanted to see how it was like if I Implanted My Oc Beowulf in the Percy Jackson Series, Don't worry for those How are reading a Warrior's Heart I'm still working on that. It's just that this story won't leave me ever since I started reading Percy Jackson x Naruto crossovers like "The Son of the Huntress" series by Soul Reaper Crewe and "Sun's Heir, Death's Guardian" by BonesBoy15 you should check them out they're great. Anyways on with the story

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of Rick's works although if I did there would have been more crossovers between all the pantheons.

What I do own is all my OC's that will appear.

So, without further delay... Sit back relax and enjoy the stories

Beast of the Hunt

Jotunheim a Mountainous realm of Ice and Snow. The Home of the Jotun, untouched by the mortals of Midgard. That was until they arrived, thousands of years ago in droves of hundreds.

Berserkers.

Wild, free, and utterly without fear, they fight carrying the spirits of Beasts. Descending from the gods, they are blessed by the All-father himself with the incredible strength, speed and durability, able to kill the Jotuns of the land. With their incredible strength, this ancient tribe of warriors follow Thor Odinson the Bane of Jotunheim into battle against the Ice giants ensuring the safety of Asgard.

For centuries the Berserker Tribe has resided in Jotunheim with their patron god Thor serving Asgard in life, and in Death as an Einherjar.

A young boy with short auburn hair and had the body type of a boxer built for strength and speed. He wore leather armor with animal pelts over chain mail, a blue half kilt made of hardened leather, and a large Belt, and looked to be about fifteen years old, sat there staring into the fire asking it for guidance as he listened to the songs sung by the warriors around him, celebrating their successful raid on the Jotun. The boy brushes his hand through his short auburn hair frustrated, out of sheer boredom the boy grabs a whetstone and the battle-axe strapped to his back and starts to sharpen it.

Stormurfari (Stormbreaker) was the axe's name made of bone steel it was modeled like his grandfathers' enchanted weapon with a pommel made of bone steel designed like a wolf's fang, with a leather grip, and old Norse runes carved into the handle. The axe had the same abilities as his grandfathers' weapon and can transform from a battle axe to dual hand axes.

A large calloused hand reaches out to him from behind and grips his shoulder "Beowulf," the voice exclaims cheerfully "Why aren't you celebrating with the rest of us."

Beowulf turned around to see a man with blue eyes like his and red shoulder-length hair. The man had a curly red beard and the body type of a bodybuilder, he wore a sleeveless leather jerkin under a chain mail coat and dark iron gauntlets, strapped to his side was a very familiar hammer.

"Sorry Afi Thor, I don't really feel like it." (Grandpa) Beowulf replied easily as he continued to sharpen Stormbreaker unaffected by the rough greeting he received from the God.

Thor's smile drops as he lifts his drinking horn full of mead and takes a large swig, " Bah!... Why must you act so much like your mother?" Thor grumbled the last part softly to himself.

Beowulf's acute hearing picked it up as he perked up and grabs a silver fang necklace hidden under his shirt the word wolf carved into it in a weird language that only he could understand, "Why won't you tell me about her," he asked angrily tired of all this secrecy involving his mother, "Why can't I at least know her name? Why isn't she here, especially after dad died!" he finished with tears threatening to fall down his cheek.

Thor's eyes soften as he watches his normally calm and collected grandson break down, "She's a foreigner, from a strange land, with strange a custom forcing her to stay away. Trust me, Wulf she loved you and your father very much, she even stayed and raised you for three years before she was forced to return to her home." the red-headed Immortal said as he gave the teen in front of him a comforting pat.

"I know that you told me plenty of times already, I just want to know more about her."

"What brought this on?" Thor nonchalantly questions as he takes a small sip from his drinking horn trying to change the topic.

Beowulf composes himself as he places the fang back into his shirt, not wanting to have the tribe see him in his moment of weakness, "I went to see Gothi, after the raid this morning." Beowulf replied simply as he went back to sharpening Stormbreaker.

Gothi was the tribe's seer, blessed by Odin and given the gift of seeing the future. She is a rather small old lady with white hair and pale blue eyes that tell of her wisdom, she is often the person many people of the tribe go to for advice or to talk to the gods for them.

"What did she tell you."

Beowulf sighed as he sheathed his battle axe pleased with its sharp edge, "She told me that it's time for me to meet my mother."

"And..." Thor asked as he set his drinking horn down, showing a strange sense of urgency.

Beowulf sifted nervously not noticing his grandfather's worried look, "And I'm not sure If I want to go."

Thor walked up to Beowulf and started shaking him, "No! Boy, what else did the seer tell you!" the Immortal yelled red-faced in a worried tone acting out of character.

"..."

Beowulf froze staring at the angry Thunder god with fear as storm clouds start to form around them, not use to seeing his grandfather's rage pointed at him.

"Answer me, Boy!" A bolt of lightning flashes in the sky intimidating Beowulf.

"She said that The Beast of the Hunt shall start his journey in the dead lords land, for his time shall come to defend the motherland for the crooked one rise once again." Beowulf quickly replies feeling like a little boy again.

Thor pales at the mention of the crooked one as he lets go of Beowulf dropping him on the floor. Thor begins to stroke his beard in thought, something that was rare for him, ignoring his grandson's questions thinking about how if the crooked one rose that could spark Ragnarök.

"I have been recalled to Asgard I leave in a few days; Odin is about to enter the Odinsleep. It's going to last for about ten years leaving Asgard defenseless, that's why I'm taking the Stormcloaks with me."

The Stormcloaks were an elite unit of the Berserker tribe that serves as Thor's personal army, they are distinguished by their blue cloaks or kilts.

Beowulf gives his grandfather a confused look as he slowly gets up, "Ok," the teen answered unsurely, "I'll start packing." he stated as he walked away leaving his grandfather to his thoughts.

"No!" Thor exclaimed suddenly stopping Beowulf in his tracks, "You leave tonight, I'll ask Heimdall to send you to San Francisco."

"But..." Beowulf tried to complain not wanting to leave the man that's raised him since he was nine.

"It's alright Boy," Thor interrupted softly sensing what the demigod was going to say, "I'll be alright, your needed down south. Something big is going to happen, and you're the only one I can trust to solve it."

"Ok, Afi." Beowulf resided reluctantly with a downcast face as he walked away.

"Hey Wulf," Thor called out grabbing his grandson's attention, "Never forget that you carry my blood and that you always make me proud."

Beowulf perked up and gave a small his grandfather a small smile.

"Go show those Southerner's what it's like to fight a Norseman," Thor continues as he gives Beowulf a traditional Berserker salute by beating his chest and leaving his fist in place over his heart, "Live with Honor," the Thunderer says as he recites his grandson's clan words.

"Die with Glory." Beowulf finishes the clan McManus motto with a single tear in his eye as his grandfather was replaced with the image of his long-dead father. Without thinking, Beowulf rushed to Thor giving him a giant bear hug.

Thor stared at Beowulf surprised, the last time he received such affection from his grandson was before his son died six years ago. Slowly Thor returns the hug, happy that his grandson was returning to normal, he lets out a Jubilant laugh as he starts to return the bear hug in full force.

-Seven Years Later-

Perseus Jackson started in shock as several arrows appeared out of nowhere and struck Doctor Thorn, the disguised Manticore. Inwardly the Son of Poseidon was thanking the gods for this interference. Seriously was it too much trouble to ask for a peaceful time in camp Half-blood just once.

Apparently not, because here he was helping his best friend Grover Underwood retrieve some demigods from Maine.

Why couldn't he have a break from all this monster crap?

The disguised monster let out a hiss of pain as he pulled out the arrows, growling as he looks around for something.

Percy looked at his friend Annabeth Chase she sighed in relief, "The Hunters."

To his right, wielding a spear, dressed like a punk with shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes groaned "Oh…Great." Her name was Thalia Grace.

Percy looked towards the arrows came from and after taking note of their silver cloaks and drawn bows, he was shocked to see that the attackers were all girls around his age, some even younger.

One of the girls from the front, with long black hair held back from her for head by a silver circlet around her hair, draws her bow back further, "Shall I end this Beast, Milady?"

"You can't do this," Dr. Thorn snarled, glaring at the gathering hunters with intense hatred, outrage, and some fear as he slowly gets up. "It's forbidden by the ancient laws."

"On the contrary," a young auburn-haired girl from the back with silver eyes looking to be around the age of twelve to thirteen, said back. "My quarry is with all wild animals Manticore." She claimed not bothered by the Manticore slowly rising up, "And last time I checked, your species could be considered as such. Zoe, you may…"

Not wanting to be taken down so easily the Manticore launches towards the girls, wanting to at least take some of them with him to Tartarus. Right before he reaches the girls, Doctor Thorn's body is pierced by several black arrows knocking him back as he slowly turns to golden dust.

"Who dares!" Zoe yells enraged, how dare the interrupt the hunt.

"I did sister," a voice called out making the gathering group turn to hooded figured on top of a large branch wearing a bearskin cloak with a bow in hand causing many of the Hunters to gasp.

Percy wondered if it was a gasp of admiration, or something else. Percy had to agree if it was the former, the bow in the boy's hand was a beautifully crafted black and silver longbow as it gleamed in the moonlight. The Bow disappears out of the hand as he reached behind him and pulled out a Battle-axe, now it was time for people in his group to gasp in shock seeing the familiar weapon.

The boy jumped from his raised position in between the two groups standing at an impressive six feet tall, "Down!" he warned Percy's group as he hurls his ax towards them. They all ducked quickly before he threw his axe. No sooner had he done so; a black military helicopter pierced through the mist surrounding them. The axe continued and shattered through the glass cutting the helicopter in half.

Percy stared at the figure in shook as the ax returned to its owner's hand. The son of Poseidon felt himself shielding his face when the helicopter suddenly exploded. He looked over the edge to see the helicopters remains sink into his father's domain.

"It's good to see thou once again little brother," Zoe said with a smile on her face as she and the rest of the hunters lower their bows.

"It's good to see you to Zo, but it's only been a two year."

Percy in a brief act of courage or stupidity, stepped forward with his blade Riptide and pointed it towards the boy in front of him, "who are you?

The hooded warrior turns to face the Son of Poseidon angry at the rude interruption, right when he was reuniting with his eldest sister. He strapped the axe to his back as he walks towards him, once he gets within arm's length, his fingerless-gloved hands reach up towards his hood.

While his friends Annabeth, Thalia, and Grover gasp in shook once again, Percy simply blinks in confusion when the hood was pulled down revealing, a young man near that looked to be in his early twenties with spikey wild auburn hair similar to the girl from earlier covered his head and two storm blue eyes with a hint of silver started down at him. The tanned faced warrior scowled at the son of Poseidon before smiling at the rest of his group.

"I am Beowulf McManus." The teen started as he offered his hand giving Percy a neutral smile, "Son of Artemis, legacy of Thor, and currently employee on loan to Hades. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Perseus Jackson."

AN: I know there's no such thing as Odinsleep in really Norse mythology, But I couldn't really help myself it's just too perfect, I have a whole game of thrones like political drama idea for later in the series, so I had to have Thor leave Jotunheim. I would be lying if I claimed that this series wasn't heavily inspired by BoneBoy15's fanfic because it is, so go check out his Fanfic they're amazing. Sorry for the short chapter, it's just that I couldn't really think of where else to go for this chapter. PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW AND CHECK OUT MY OTHER FANFIC A WARRIORS HEART.

AN2: So, I did some minor changes to this chapter and plan to do it with the rest of the fic. One of the bigger changes is that I changed Beowulf's clan name so something that sounded more Nordic, this was the name I settled on although I am up for suggestions on what Beowulf's last name should be.