Does Percy Jackson's Mom Die Novels & Stories

Where is she? Fear consumed me, paralysing me. Thalia! Thalia… ‘Theon… the crystal…’ Mom’s hoarse voice came through the link. I turned towards her, my heart thumping. ‘Mom! Thalia! She-' ‘Is dead.’ Mom’s emotionless voice came. I felt cold. I didn’t want to believe it. ‘No, she isn’t!’ I shouted. This can't be happening. It just can’t… ‘The crystal.’

Hurriedly she ran out of the door to open the locker room, toward Erick. "What's wrong?" Her eyes noticed Erick's trembling hand, holding his smartphone. "Theo. He called me earlier ... " "Theo?" she didn't flinch, waiting for Erick's words. "So, what's wrong? Did something happen—" "Theo's in the hospital now," Erick managed to calm himself down. "But that's not the case. What I'm saying right now isn't good news for you." "What?" “Your mother died. Killed by a group of vampires who defected to the Schneider group."

Jareth grabs me between his arms to help me stand. “Aubrey, calm down.” “You killed her!” I repeat as I sob uncontrollably. “No, you are wrong, it wasn’t me, neither was the commander. Another guy in our Unit shot her,” he says in a soothing tone. “I’m sorry for what happened but your mom was an Eel. A real one.” I nod because I know it is true but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel sorrow for her death. “I can’t change the past or change who your mom was but I can help you now and I will. Trust me,” he says lowering his gaze to meet mine.

"She's... she's working. She'll come home when she can." "Marcus says Mommy killed someone. Did she?" Pierce closed his eyes. "Eat your breakfast, Elena." "But did she? Did Mommy kill someone?" "Yes," Marcus said before Pierce could answer. "Yes, she did. I heard Dad talking to the police. Mommy killed a man and now she works for criminals and she's never coming back." Elena started crying. Dante turned off the screen. Rosa was sobbing, her whole body shaking. "Please. Please just let me go to them. Let me explain…"

Slowly, the nightmares' grip loosened, and a relieved sigh escaped my lips. "I saw her," I said, my voice and chin trembling. "She was so bitter and accused me of betraying her." "You saw who?" My mom asked, touching the base of her neck. I trailed off again, trying to recollect the nightmare."I saw Hera, Alpha Damien's dead Aunt. She blamed me for her death." My mom's jaw dropped open in surprise."Oh dear, it's your guilt playing on your emotions, that's all. I'm sure that woman, wherever she is, is resting. Don't let her death eat you up. Everything that happens in life is orchestrated by the Moon Goddess."

Percy was still a child back then, and she left her with that bastard. "I guess she thought my father won't hurt me. We tried to look for her because we were afraid that father might find her and hurt her out of resentment. But we failed. He got to her first and killed her. Pierce witnessed that." Percival bit his lip, trying to control his emotions. Even I felt like I briefly stopped breathing when he mentioned Pierce's name. "My father killed himself after doing that to my mom. He had nothing better to do anyway. I just wish he had done it sooner."

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After Mom died, Dad became infamous. Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words.

I heard my mother's sweet voice. "Mom... She... She left me, mom..." My voice started to shake. "Mom... I messed up... So bad... Now-" I didn't finish my sentence when I heard my mother. "HECATE WHAT HAPPENED???!! WHERE ARE YOU??!!" I heard my mother panic. "I'm... Here a-at my... House... Hestia... Le-left me, mom..." I broke down clutching Hestia's rings against my chest. Hestia

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

Interwoven with the noise were Uncle Donald's pained screams, my cousin Drake Hubolt's frantic pleas for mercy, and sharp, panicked wails. "El! We're going to die!" "We can't survive here another day!" "Please, come save us!" "I was wrong! I really was wrong! Please..." His voice was raw, completely gone from all the screaming. I listened quietly. Then I hung up. Naturally, I never told Mom about the call. Although I had no interest in business, Mom transferred all her shares to me as compensation. Every weekend, she would come and wait outside my school. Sometimes, she would try to talk to me. Other times, she just stood there, watching from afar.