Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Coughing Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Why? Why did you save me?” Percy coughed up a mouthful of blood and panted. “B-Because you’re my sister. I can’t have my sister d-die on me, can I?” Heather’s pupils trembled slightly. “What did you say?” “I’m sorry for always taking your candy away from you, Heather. P-Please don’t hate me for that, okay?” Percy reached out his hand and stroked Heather’s face before he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

“I’ll call you again as soon as I get the chance.” “Okay.” “I have some classmates coming over for a project.” Jaxon smiled faintly.“Alright then, have fun.” “Thanks.” The call ended and Jaxon slowly lowered the phone onto the bed.For a moment, he just sat there quietly. Then suddenly— He began to cough. The cough was sharp and painful.His body bent slightly forward.He raised his hand instinctively and coughed into it again. When the coughing finally stopped, he slowly looked down. And froze. There was blood in his palm.

She was unable to endure anymore. There were so many things she wanted to do, yet she couldn't even leave the house and do anything at all. "I just enjoy watching you slowly go insane. It's very entertaining," Piercy said, his lips curling into a sinister smile. But suddenly, his brows knitted together, and he winced in pain. Millie leaned in, her voice laced with false innocence. "What's wrong? Are you feeling dizzy?" Piercy started coughing violently. His chest heaved as if he were about to cough up his very heart and lungs. He even coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It was clear they'd been ripped off this bed, likely while sleeping. I should have been here. Then, I could have watched over them and ensured this didn't happen. Percy walked over and knelt in front of me. He pulled his collar back and leaned against me, offering his neck. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. The thought of taking his blood felt wrong. "Just drink," Percy insisted. "You have to be at your strongest for this." He was right. I needed to be strong, not just for myself but for him. And for Jo and Dane. I leaned in, sinking my fangs into his neck. Percy moaned as I drank.

“I can’t let that happen. All your rage, all your anger, and hatred towards the world, Percy those make you strong. And that strength is needed to protect Lucian. I need you very close. You can sleep on the carpet by the bed, or on the bed. You’re brothers you can share a bed, it’s not weird.” My heart which had begun to race, got even faster. What? What? What? A bed? With Percy? Not weird? “What the fuck?” I said out loud. Both of them turned their heads to me. Looking shocked. Tears filled my mother’s eyes, and she ran to me. Kneeling by the bed so she could wrap me in a hug. I kept my worried gaze on Percy, silently asking him to tell me what the fuck was happening. He rolled his eyes at

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.

He shrugged, pouring himself a cup of tea from the teapot that appear mysteriously from front of him, after all, the video call couldn’t exactly cover all that’s around him, but from the big wide shelves overloaded with books that was right behind him, I’m guessing he was in his study, it’s kinda pretty but I can’t exactly focus on the background right now, after all, I had a lot going on in my mind…like the goddess for example. “Can you really do that?” Chris turned to me. “I mean…I gotta try” I muttered before my throat felt dry and I coughed roughly, only to end up coughing up blood. Shit! I thought before Chris rushed over to check if I was okay but ended up coughing blood himself.

And he had his hand lodged menacingly round the neck of the guy I’d just been about to kiss. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing Percy?” he growled. Percy? The guy was called Percy? He looked nothing like a Percy. Surely Percy was a green tank engine…. “Answer me!” he shouted. In a rather rare moment of bravery, I stepped forward and said, “Erm, I think you need to let go of him if you want him to answer you.” The scary guy snapped his head round to look at me in shock, before turning back to Percy and finally noticing that he was starting to turn an alarming shade of purple.

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

My best friend was unconscious and completely drained out of energy. For the first time in my life, I got to see a psychic vampire, a freaking succubus. Fear was replaced by a rash of anger in my pulse. After recovering from my panic attack, I got to my feet again and sprinted toward Jacque, charging out to smash her invisible shield.