Percy Jackson Dies Fanfiction Novels & Stories

This was a man, my best friend who was supposed to be my beta when the time came but he didn’t want to help his own people because he was holding a grudge? I was rendered speechless when I heard him speak again. “Athena is going to die Nero, whether you like it or not.”

“You don’t get to die for me, Perion. Not after all this. Not now.” But he only smiled—a small, broken smile that cracked something inside me. “If I die before you,” he said, “then at least I’ll know you lived. I can take that. But watching you die? Watching them tear you apart? That’s something I’ll never survive.” Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “So that’s it? You just give up? You let them come for you, and I just disappear? Alone?”

This wasn’t supposed to be real… except it was. Percy’s tattoo glowed faintly, burning against his skin. Proof. He felt it too. But his face wasn’t joy. It was stone. His jaw clenched, eyes hard, as if the bond was a curse instead of fate. I staggered, knees buckling, the fire searing me alive. My scream echoed, silencing the whispers. And Percy… he didn’t move. He just stood there, cold, unreadable. Darkness clawed at my vision. The last thing I saw was his expression, not wonder, not relief, but resistance.

All I could do was sit beside her and hold her hand. Percy refused immediately when I told her about my plan. “No!” she shouted. “I won’t take your heart! I won’t!” Her hands balled into fists, tears streaming down her cheeks. I had to speak firmly. More firmly than I ever had with her. “Percy, listen to me,” I said. “If you don’t take my heart, we both die. And then Mom loses both her children. Is that what you want?” She shook her head violently.

Edeline I felt completely lost as a sharp pang of pain shot through my body. I could feel my muscles tensing up with a groan. What’s the deal with the bond dying if Percival gets hurt? It seemed a bit extreme, don’t you think? “What do you mean?” I asked in a hoarse voice. He glanced down as I opened my eyes, his expression one of defeat. “Percival is on his last legs.” My eyes widened in shock. My wolf let out a painful howl and then suddenly collapsed in my mind. My heart felt empty and shattered.

A U T H O R'S P O V Eleanor could feel the air suddenly leave her lungs, like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest, and at the same time, tears threatened to mist her eyes. She looked at him, still frozen in place, trying desperately to grasp whatever it was she had just heard. Her mind refused to accept it, refused to believe the impossible. The Alpha is dead? No, it couldn’t be. Perseus was the strongest lycan alive, the one who had healed from wounds far more deadly than that arrow. He had survived injuries that would have felled others without a single scar. He couldn’t just die. Not now. Not ever.

I could tell there was an admiration in his tone for Percy now. He understood the sacrifice Percy made, and he even admitted to me that he wasn’t sure he would have the courage to do what he did. I don’t think many people would. Percy faced his death with great bravery. I will never forget what he did for us, for Ares and I to live happy and free. I will hold him close to my heart always, and when I do eventually die, I’ll beat his ass for hurting me so. “You’re threatening to beat him up after you die again, aren’t you?” Topher asked, having gotten to know me too well already.

He couldn’t hold out much longer. “Don’t get any closer if you want a quick death,” Seraphina stared coldly at Percy, taking a few steps back from the dark energy emanating from him. Percy grinned, his expression dangerously twisted. “You wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me. You would’ve already done it if you could…” Without warning, Seraphina spun around and kicked Percy in the chest, sending him flying toward Asher, who swiftly snapped his neck, eliminating him like a twig.

Dave choked on his laugh behind me as we continued walking to the dungeon. He opened the door and we looked around a few extra times to ensure no one saw us. We walked down the stone stairs and thankfully made it to the cellars without anyone seeing us. As long as no one came down here, we would be fine. I had to bite back a gasp and force my face to stay neutral when I looked inside the cellars. Mikayla looked almost dead as she half lay down on the dirty floor. Percy was still hanging from the chains in the ceiling, his head was down and if I focused hard I could hear the slightest heartbeat. It was shallow and he didn't sound far away from death.

I open his mouth and smother him with his balls, pushing them deep. He suffocates on his own and slowly dies gasping for air, his eyes glassy and lifeless. I turn, ready to administer Henric's punishment. He starts to fidget wildly and babble so fast I can barely make out what he's saying. "Persephone, don't do this!" Oh! Do it! Beg! “You should have thought twice before kidnapping me and subjecting me to humiliation and torture." "We can talk and find a way!" "The only way you'll find is straight to hell!"