Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Coughing Blood

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

She tried crawling to the door so that she could scream for help, but each time she made a move, the pains doubled “Help….” Lucy cried, but her voice wasn’t loud to reach her own ears. She couldn’t scream, neither could she make any movements also Tears welled up in her eyes. And she gradually began coughing out blood Lucy’s eyes widened with shock at the sight of the blood. She worried about what could possibly be happening to her. And the fact that she couldn’t make any movements towards the door to call for help was just increasing her blood pressure As the cough persisted, more blood oozed out of her mouth and nose. And within the next second, she fell out

’ However, to his surprise, the little one turned back before he got on the luxury black car and left a meaningful glance even though it just stayed for a second. “Get in.” Said the man. The door closed quickly and the car was soon nowhere to be seen, leaving the two standing silly in the rain. "Damn this man! Who the hell does he think he is. How could he be so cold even to his own son? Is that boy truly his son? I would rather die if I had such a dad like him."

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 raised my hands as if to surrender. "Yes, listen to your daughter. You don't need to do this." Hilda narrowed her eyes at him. The factory was getting hot by the seconds and I could feel myself getting dizzy. I was struggling to breathe, my lungs were constricted, my senses were weakening, my head was spinning. I fell on one knee to the ground holding my head in pain. "Suzy, take her out of here. She's dying." Cedric said. Oliver and Mateo had started coughing and choking on their saliva too. "What do you think you are doing?" Hilda grabbed Tiana's hand.

It was a lifetime defined not by grief or trauma, but by an unbroken, radiant joy. Until the sky turned to ash. Without warning, the golden light shattered like cheap glass. The dream fractured into a terrifying, chaotic whiplash of agonizing images. Rebecca felt a sudden, suffocating cold lock into her lungs—a violent, hacking cough that tore through her chest, leaving the metallic taste of blood on her lips. She was lying in a wooden bed, her flesh burning with a wasting mortal fever, her vision fading into a gray, terrifying dark.

Athena stood up so fast her chair scraped back and she was still saying my name, still saying it, Liam, Liam, as they guided her out and the sound faded down the hallway and the dining room went quiet. I stood there for a moment. Then my knees wanted to go and I did not let them. Then the cough came up before I could stop it and this time when I pulled my hand away from my mouth the blood was darker than before and there was more of it and the throb in my neck had spread down into my chest and my Lycan went even quieter and I felt it, how much weaker I had gotten just from walking down a hallway.

Now that I was in front of the doors I knocked hard. “Percy!” I shouted in urgency. No response and I tried again. “Percy- I know you’re in there, I want to talk to you. Open u-“ The door pulled opened and I am greeted with a sweaty Percy who had some strand of hair plastered to his forehead. He was shirtless again and his breathing heavy as his chest moved up and down. There was enough to make me stop breathing properly at the spot, everything I was seeing in front of me was breath taking.

I see her looking at her palm as she pulls it away from her mouth then gasps. "What is it?" I whisper, coming up behind her. She jumps, spinning around. There are tears on the rim of her eyes from the pain of coughing and blood on the corner of her mouth, which I wipe away with my thumb. "Coughing up silver?" I guess and she nods. She points to her throat. The coughing caused her throat to hurt so much that she can't talk now, temporarily I hope. "Does he know?" Luke is asking Sebastian. Cecily seems to be struggling to swallow as she turns to look back her dad.

Jackson instantly feels a heat that isn’t normal, a searing heat like swallowing liquid fire. His throat constricts, and he begins to cough. Blood splatters across the table. "Jackson!" Ivy exclaims as she grabs his arm. He coughs again, more blood pouring out. His insides feel like they're on fire, acid eating his veins. His wolf is screaming inside him. Frida knocks over her glass, wine spilling everywhere. "Oh my God, Jackson! Are you okay?" "What—" Jackson gasps, unable to speak properly. "What’s in this?"