Percy Jackson Dies Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Either by having vampire blood in his system or not, he was going to die. It’s just that by having vampire blood in his system, he could wake up back as a vampire then being gone forever. Thinking it as the most logical thing to do, Evandor didn’t wait for his King’s permission and bit his hand and fed his blood to dying Percy. He went through the transition in a couple of days and turned into a vampire. Meanwhile, Evandor found each and every guy who did this to Percy and killed them mercilessly. Do you know who was the master mind behind Percy’s violent death?” Rose asked with expressions full of disgust and loathing.

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He seemed glad, but he might also bug Percy about it later. "You three can leave," Percy said without looking at them. "I'm not done with your hand yet," the doctor said. "I'll take care of it," I told him. The doctor only nodded at me with a grin. I waited for them to leave before I threw my questions at Percy. I took a step back so I could look up at him. "Percival," I said, voice tinged with warning. "What did you do?" "Did you think I'd let it pass? He would've been dead if he wasn't Marcu--" Percival stopped and licked his lips. "He can't die yet. We're not done with him."

Percy said a little more firmly, “We were going to get her situated in my quarters. That was where we were about to head. If you need to speak with her about anything, it will have to be in my presence. I’m sorry, Alpha.” After a few seconds, when my shock fades away, a slow smile spreads on my face. This is good. This is different from our first life, but I think Percy taking Yasmin as a mate can only be a positive for everyone. Percy’s mate was killed in the last war, and he grew bitter in my first life, suffering the effects of losing his mate at such a young age. I wonder why he didn’t take Yasmin back then as a chosen?

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Turning, he saw Persephone on the ground, sobbing loudly. Facing her the perturbation which could steal her reason to stay alive; Zadicus’ death. His vanquished breaths halted her own breaths, she was shaking his body badly. Crying from the bottom of her heart, tears streaming down her face. “Please…” She cried, holding his chest tightly, his blood staining her skin mixed with tears. Her heart could never endure the grief of his death, it left her traumatized. She cannot fathom his demise, it would kill her from inside.

Blood dripped from her nose. “Stop! She’s dying!” Elena cried. “She has to fight it!” the witch yelled. Finally, Percy fell unconscious. Then… she opened her eyes. Two days later, Percy came to them crying. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was being used again. I can’t believe I allowed myself to be turned against you.” Elena pulled her into a hug. “It wasn’t your fault.” “But I still feel guilty. Please forgive me.” Salvatore nodded slowly. “You are forgiven.”

I said, curious and wary over the look on his face. "Look, Deirk loves you so much. He won't let what needs to happen to save you, Jo, and me. At the end of the day, I love him too. The last thing I want to do is lie to him or circumvent his wishes for me... but we have to do it to save his life and all the rest of ours. Otherwise, this cycle will just continue to repeat over and over," Percy said. I tried to listen to what he was saying, but I was fighting an extreme attraction to him. My mind was betraying me, but it didn't matter. He was in my mind, and he could tell. I turned away from him, trying to hide the obvious evidence of my thoughts.

“It is…..Sometimes.” On the screen, someone exploded something. We both looked back at it. “That was a terrible plan,” I said. “Why would you drive toward the building that’s on fire?” Percy laughed “He’s trying to get to the person inside,” “He’s going to get himself killed and then he won’t be able to get anyone.” “It’s romantic,” Percy teased. I glared at him “It’s stupid,” “Romantic and stupid have a significant overlap,” he said.

I ask? Maybe it's a dumb question to ask. But the truth is it's been hard for me to be true to myself lately. All it took was facing the place where my dad fell to his death—plummeting hundreds of feet below the waterfall. His final moments must have been filled with fear, regret, and unresolved desires. I don't want to die regretting not going after Sam when I had the chance. "I mean, I didn't think you had it in you to decide on Sam finally. You seemed so certain about letting her go before. So what's changed," Percy asks as Hazel hands me a cup of coffee?