Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Coughing Blood

Torches flickered wildly as shockwaves of golden light and obsidian shadow threads tore through the air, cracking the obsidian pillars and sending dust cascading down from the vaulted ceiling. ​Cassian stumbled backward, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he parried a crushing blow from Dave's broadsword. The tyrant's ornate armor was dented, his face streaked with sweat and blood, and his dark eyes burned with a mixture of frantic disbelief and desperate rage.

I clutched at it, gasping as the sensation spread. “What the hell...” I started, but the words died in my throat as I saw the same pain reflected in my brothers’ faces. Axel doubled over, his hand pressed against his chest, while Aiden collapsed to his knees. And then it happened. Blood. Aiden coughed violently, the sound wet and sickening, and dark crimson dripped from his lips. Axel followed, and I realized I was coughing too, the taste of iron flooding my mouth. "Who...are...you?" I managed to say between a mouthful of blood but then, there was no response. I realized that this must have been the figure I saw close to the dungeon and dismissed it as nothing earlier.

Now that she gave her virginity to Ronan, I would rip off everything away from her in one go, starting with her body. Percy stood and shouted. “Is dragging her away now more important than Alpha Ronan searching for the Blood Petal?” My feet halted like lightning had struck me. Slowly, I turned toward him, eyes flaring crimson. “Ronan is looking for the Blood Petal?” Earlier, when I was on my way to meet Percy in the middle of the Academy’s forest, the symptoms had already begun inside me: the burning pulse, the trembling veins. I’d called him to me while returning to the Academy building. I barely had ten minutes and I could not waste it! Then again…nothing was above the Blood Petal.

At the blood Yohan had coughed. It was oddly black… There was only a little red in it. … “Go back?” I whispered the words sadly, “Where?”

Kael's voice was sharp. I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a violent cough. Blood splattered onto the table. The room fell silent. I coughed again, harder this time, and more blood poured from my mouth. "No, no, no," I heard my dad's voice, panicked and desperate. Kael's chair scraped harshly against the floor as he lunged toward me, but I couldn't stop coughing. Couldn't stop the blood pouring from my mouth. My vision blurred, tears mixing with the liquid streaming down my face.

Charlotte POV The moment the blood appeared, everything inside me shattered. It wasn’t just a cough. It wasn’t just weakness. It was red and thick and very, very wrong “Hayden—!” My voice broke as I rushed forward, grabbing the glass again. “Drink more—please—” He tried. God, he tried. But the water barely touched his lips before he turned his head and coughed violently again. The sound tore through the room, raw and wet and terrifying.

You can hardly see through the dress because of the color, but as soon as I lift my hand and see blood, Persephone starts to panic. "O-oh, no, y-you're bleeding," She says frantically, and tears appear in her sweet eyes. I faintly smile. "I'm okay," as another hiss escaped my lips. "N-no, you a-are not!" She yells at me. Duck her head and cried. With my free and clean hand, I reach to touch her face, but Ghost interrupts that moment, bringing the first aid. I pull my hand back. "Don't worry, kid," Ghost says to Persephone, who is balling her eyes out. "Cap, here, she's a fighter."

And Percy and his friends renders several punches and kicks on his face, that he coughs out blood. My stomach twists into a tight nut. Boiling with anger that I vibrate and grit my teeth till my jaw hurt, I throw a punch at Percy with all my might when red rage flashes itself through my vision, before kicking him on where the sun doesn't shine. "You obnoxious little bitch!" I don't realize I'm being pushed to the floor until I feel my body hit the hard plastic floor. Percy coughs out blood like Sam did thirty seconds ago, wipes his mouth with his hand, and pulls my hair hard with his bloodied hand that I scream.

His fingers scraped over frozen air, finding nothing. There was no grip. No anchor. Just cold. And silence. Just as it had been… every time I called out to him over the past half year. Silent. Xander stared blankly into the void where I vanished, motionless, as if his soul had been dragged into the depths with me. Then, suddenly— He coughed. Once. Blood. “Xander!” Hudson caught him, panic overtaking his usual calm. “Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”

I ruined his life. Suddenly, I'm coughing hard. "Kaz—" My voice becomes unrecognizable mid-sound. I stumble, one hand braced against the cold hallway wall, the other pressed over my mouth. Another cough racks through me, doubling me over. Something warm drips onto my palm. No. No. No. My hand trembles as I pull it into view. Blood. My breathing quickens. "No... no, no—" My voice breaks into a raw, panicked rasp. And everything spins.