Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Dies Fanfiction

Percy, for whom Darla would rather die, than live on in a world where Percy does not exist. “Alright,” Percy says. He brings his arms up to wrap around Darla’s waist where the girl lays splayed atop him, and Darla buries her face in the juncture of Percy’s neck. “We shall just go down in a blaze of foolhardy glory together then, like a pair of fools,” Percy adds, and Darla huffs. “You are not nearly as funny as you think you are,” Darla mutters but smiles nonetheless when she feels Percy smile where his lips are pressed to the top of Darla’s head.

“What do you want?” “Renounce your position as Alpha of the Blood Crescent pack and all this will be over.” “Over my dead body!” I snarled. “Then so be it.” ‘More are coming! More are coming!’ More wolves were approaching. I did not want to die. I had so much to achieve so I could not die. What would happen to Persephone if I died? Would she live happily ever after with the prince that I could not stand? I could not die. I refused to die so I chose to live. I chose to live and fight another day. I could achieve everything only if I did not die.

My eyes widened, the tears hanging at the base of my eyelids rolling down my cheeks now. Did love have the power to turn one into a cry baby? Was I just overreacting? "It is none of your business how I choose to die. Leave me alone, Aiden, this is the last time I will say this. I do not want anything with you. This is where it ends." He gripped my hand still, so I would not leave. "We love each other, Persephone. It does not have to end like this. I want you, not Kassandra, you."

“Good girl. Stay quiet and this stays between us. Try to act tough again and we’ll do it worse next time.” They left me there. I didn’t know how long I stayed on the ground. Maybe minutes or hours. The sky had turned dark. My body was terribly hurt in ways I couldn’t describe. Something inside me cracked wide open and never closed again. When I finally dragged myself up. I was limping, bleeding with my clothes torn, I made a promise to the empty night. Percy died that day, right in that school. I became Ink. Very cold, untouchable and marked with vengeance.

Her messed up bun was slowly losing from the top of her head. “Eden, you're awake.” her eyes widened for a moment with the phone still clasped to her ears, her shoulders sagged and she clamped her lips in her mouth. “What's going on?” “Uh-” she stammered. “Lucas i’ll call you back.” What was going on. “What's wrong? Is everything alright?” I asked again knowing the answer myself. “Well, there's no better way to say this-.” her face fell and her eyes held grief. “Percy was involved in an accident.”

Percy quickly rushed on stage. He almost lost his temper and attacked Fane when he looked at his fellow disciples, one dead and one injured. If that happened, it would be exactly what Fane wanted. He did not even need to do anything, and Percy would be turned into ashes by the Whirling World.

"You're finished. That wound of yours is rotten through. It looks late stage. There's no saving it. You might as well do whatever you never had the guts to do while you're still alive." The words made Percy's blood run cold. Despair pulled at him. Was he really going to die? Fear rose inside him like a deep pit that opened under his feet and dragged him down. A wild, desperate rage followed close behind. If death waited for him anyway, he had nothing left to fear. He forced himself upright and kicked Cyrus' door. The impact nearly knocked him out. The door stayed solid. Panting and pale, he backed away and climbed the stairs to his apartment.

“You’re lying to me, you bastard. Who the fuck says that to their enemy? You were afraid I’d die? Are you making a confession because I’ll kill you myself?” He winces, rubbing his arm with the other one. “I would never confess to you Percy. I’ve got plans to date after I leave here that don’t involve me ending up in an abusive relationship.” I cringe at the mere mention of relationships. Especially with this fucker. “Good. Next time you get a dream of me dying, just let me die.” “Uh, are you ever less of a stone-cold bitch?” “Do you want me to hit you again?”

Hades embraced me, protectively covering my body as I wailed in his shirt. "Baby, don't cry my love." "C-can we now f-free him" I hiccuped as his shook his head. "We can't." "But why Hades?" I was panicking now. "Persephone, he is dead." ***********************************

But one question keeps clawing at me. “When Nathan fulfills the prophecy and kills me... I’ll come back too, right?” Persephone lifts her head and squeezes my hand. “Yes, Nyx. You’ll come back. And since it’ll be your first time reforming, it’ll probably be on the shorter side.” Relief washes through me. Then the other question claws its way out. “What about Lucifer?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “Can he die? Like, really, truly die?”