Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Coughing Blood Novels & Stories

Blood had already soaked the bandages Grey had taped across my chest. “Enough,” I ordered, “stop this. Now…” That was all I could manage. I felt the blood rising up the back of my throat. And I coughed. It was like an avalanche, once I started, I couldn’t stop. Red spewed across Grey’s shirt as I choked on my own blood. I clawed at my throat and chest in a panic as I couldn’t get any air in. Blood just kept bubbling up from inside me and I was drowning in it. This was it. I was going to die and not come back this time. The end.

Their lungs were working hard to pump all the oxygen, nothing came out nor came in. “Help… help… help…” “Can’t breathe…” Huuk~ huuk!” Hercules crawled on the ground, one of his hands tried to grab the end of Shadow’s pants, Hermes scratched his throat in panic while Perseus slumped on the floor, unable to do anything but heavy breathing. Shadow rolled her eyes. Despite all that, she didn’t like the feeling starting in her stomach, boiling up. “You have no use for me now. Why should I care, ain’t it?”

“Percy, wake up! Are you okay?” Her voice trembled with urgency. Percy’s face was ashen, lips pale, but he slowly opened his eyes and reached a bloodied hand toward her. “Stellar… if I die this time, would you… would you forgive me?” “No.” Her answer was firm. “So don’t you dare die. It’s just a shoulder wound—I’m taking you to the hospital now.” Percy gave a bitter smile. “At a time like this, you won’t even lie to make me feel better?”

Tears instantly blurred my vision. “You idiot…” my voice broke violently. “Why would you do this?!” He coughed painfully as blood stained his lips. My hands started shaking uncontrollably. Immediately afterwards, my right leg suddenly exploded with agony. I gasped sharply. Only then did I realize part of the collapsed ceiling had crushed my leg beneath the rubble. Pain shot through my entire body so violently I nearly blacked out. The fire around us continued spreading rapidly. We were completely trapped. “Rue…” Percy’s voice sounded weak now. “You need to leave…”

I heard the snapping of my bones before I felt it, Perses’ large hand squeezing my body tightly. I felt panic and rage flood through my bond with Mike and Zach , and the shadows slithered in between my skin and Perses hand, trying to pry us apart even a little bit. They did their work and I was able to draw a small breath in, feeling gurgling in my lungs from a punctured lung and the blood flowing into them. I was going to drown on my own blood it looked like, and wasn’t that just peachy? I heard Mike roaring and felt the warmth of his fire as he tried to burn Perses, forcing the God to let me go. Laughing darkly, Perses only squeezed tighter, and I heard Zach growl in frustration. Jay and C

The burning sensation spread faster, my breath roughened. “Percy…” The name tore out of me, strained. Something flickered in my head. Not clear. Just a feeling. Movement. A low growl, distant, not mine. My breath came faster. “That’s not me…” My fingers curled into my shirt. “Percy, what’s happening to you…” Percy’s POV My back slammed against the tree harder than I meant, the rough bark biting into my skin. I stayed there, pressed against it, my chest rising scraggly , every breath scraping like broken glass through my lungs.

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 guess I’ll have to fix it myself.” I knew he was going to slice me without a second thought, I just knew it. I saw his hand tighten around the silver hilt that had rubies arranged vertically in it and the knife pushed deeper, drawing beads of blood out of me but then he paused, a heavy pause, and breathed me like perfume. Not just once, but twice and thrice… “Impossible.” Like his voice couldn’t get any fucking deeper already.

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

Lucy shrieked in pain as he hauled her, stumbling, toward the door. A gust of wind blew in. The sun was at its brightest. Before Lucy could react, Augustine threw her into the center of the courtyard. There was no shade, and the sunlight poured down like a thousand white-hot blades. “Augustine! You’re insane! Let me go!” Lucy screamed, scrambling toward the shadows as her skin began to sizzle. Her bloodline was weak; she couldn't withstand even a moment of direct sun. Her exposed skin was already turning red, then smoking as if it had been set alight.