Percy Jackson Fanfiction Annabeth Collapses Novels & Stories

Athena clearly said that she was the obstacle between her and Damien. Her eyes lifelessly watched the man holding another woman's waist while smiling at her occasionally. Was this the man who proposed her? She laughed at how vulnerable she was feeling at that moment. She was a miserable woman. It was her 19th birthday and he gave her the biggest surprise. After a brief moment of laughing, her eyes became heavy and blurry, she tried to open her but failed, her mind stopped registering the sounds from her surrounding , she felt empty and light headed and within a matter of seconds her vision turned blank and Celestine collapsed on cold floor. What was worst, there was no one in house except of

I say in a voice that doesn’t seem to match my own. They both move further into the bow, their necks at an awkward angle, the way that there are seems uncomfortable, almost unnatural for them. Am I doing this? Am I the one making them submit? The window shatters as I go faint and collapse to the floor, everything around me slowly down, the walls stop shaking and the books stop bouncing. But I am on the floor, looking up at the cracked ceiling, wondering how all this could happen. “Did she just do that?” I hear Zane ask, his voice laced with shock.

The injured girl clutched her head, screaming in panic. "Help! She's trying to kill me!" Blood started streaming down from her scalp. For a moment, everyone froze. However, Janet had the upper hand then, and she did not stop. She grabbed the girl by the hair and slammed her head against the table again and again. Seeing things spiral out of control, even the rich heir started to panic. "Security! Where's security?" He rushed forward, trying to pull Janet away. However, Janet had completely lost it. She grabbed another bottle and swung it straight at his head.

The thought of losing her squeezes my heart and I can’t hide the pain whilst keeping Tryon blocked from my mind. “What is it? Zaine? What’s happening?” Her panicked voice rings out in the air and the group in front of us stops and turns just in time to see me collapse to my knees in the frost hardened dirt. I can only watch as Torrin, Luca and Abernathy come running over to us, as if it’s happening in slow motion. Luca is at my side, trying to help me to my feet. His distorted words are blown away by the wind before I can make sense of them. All I can see is Sophia. Her eyes widen and her face screws up in pain as her hand clutches at her chest.

She pressed her forehead with her palm and I could see her hands were shaking. “Okay, tell me everything. I might believe you then.” I stated, putting a neutral mask on my face instead of falling apart, or begging her to explain why I grow up with one parent. Annabeth plopped on an old two-people sofa and her eyes scouted the old furniture in the room with a guilty expression. I looked at Thomas and he nodded encouragingly.

Sofia's legs nearly gave out when she heard this, and she almost fainted. She clutched Joel's collar with trembling hands, her voice breaking as she questioned him, "Aurora lost her leg and bled to death—because of you! She just died, and you're already off with another woman. Are you even human? "How did I give birth to such a monster? I've failed Aurora—I've failed her so terribly!" For the first time, Joel's face twisted in terror and despair. He stammered, "I… I didn't know she had a blood clotting disorder… I thought she would be fine…"

As we pulled apart, I intensely grabbed her hand, trying to stay on my feet. “Are you okay?” Annabeth asked, placing her hand on mine. “I am fine, just grateful.” I lied, releasing my grip on her, I carefully took the sack from her, giving her my best smile to hide anything that could make me look weak or disturbed. As soon as my hands felt the weight of it, something in me crumbled. My vision flickered, breath hitching as my entire body seized. “Sloane?” Annabeth’s voice sounded far away, muffled, like she was speaking from beneath a lake.

And then… something snaps. Serena feels it like a lightning bolt erupting from her core, a catastrophic rupture deep in her gut that spreads outward in waves of uncontrollable energy—then everything goes black. No time to fight. No time to scream. No time to prepare. She collapses into silence, consciousness folding in on itself like a dying star. Her body goes still, surrendering to the darkness that swallows her whole. **