Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Dies Novels & Stories

My eyes widened, the tears hanging at the base of my eyelids rolling down my cheeks now. Did love have the power to turn one into a cry baby? Was I just overreacting? "It is none of your business how I choose to die. Leave me alone, Aiden, this is the last time I will say this. I do not want anything with you. This is where it ends." He gripped my hand still, so I would not leave. "We love each other, Persephone. It does not have to end like this. I want you, not Kassandra, you."

"To surmise, in terms you can understand, I teach them to make sense of what they see. Basically how to interpret the visions they have, because they aren't always clear. Ares' dad was actually the one who taught me how to do that. Percy was a great guy." Sometimes I forget that Gabriel was old enough to remember meeting Percy. Everyone always says how great of a guy he was. It gets kind of annoying to hear. My dad is just as great, he died that day too. He just has a phoenix so he was able to come back, but he still sacrificed himself the same way Percy did. No one ever says anything about that. "So I hear." I said, forgetting to cut back on the bitter tone.

Dave choked on his laugh behind me as we continued walking to the dungeon. He opened the door and we looked around a few extra times to ensure no one saw us. We walked down the stone stairs and thankfully made it to the cellars without anyone seeing us. As long as no one came down here, we would be fine. I had to bite back a gasp and force my face to stay neutral when I looked inside the cellars. Mikayla looked almost dead as she half lay down on the dirty floor. Percy was still hanging from the chains in the ceiling, his head was down and if I focused hard I could hear the slightest heartbeat. It was shallow and he didn't sound far away from death.

I ask? Maybe it's a dumb question to ask. But the truth is it's been hard for me to be true to myself lately. All it took was facing the place where my dad fell to his death—plummeting hundreds of feet below the waterfall. His final moments must have been filled with fear, regret, and unresolved desires. I don't want to die regretting not going after Sam when I had the chance. "I mean, I didn't think you had it in you to decide on Sam finally. You seemed so certain about letting her go before. So what's changed," Percy asks as Hazel hands me a cup of coffee?

“You don’t get to die for me, Perion. Not after all this. Not now.” But he only smiled—a small, broken smile that cracked something inside me. “If I die before you,” he said, “then at least I’ll know you lived. I can take that. But watching you die? Watching them tear you apart? That’s something I’ll never survive.” Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “So that’s it? You just give up? You let them come for you, and I just disappear? Alone?”

I open his mouth and smother him with his balls, pushing them deep. He suffocates on his own and slowly dies gasping for air, his eyes glassy and lifeless. I turn, ready to administer Henric's punishment. He starts to fidget wildly and babble so fast I can barely make out what he's saying. "Persephone, don't do this!" Oh! Do it! Beg! “You should have thought twice before kidnapping me and subjecting me to humiliation and torture." "We can talk and find a way!" "The only way you'll find is straight to hell!"

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

I gritted my teeth as I watched him fall on the ground with the sword still intact on his head. I looked up when Percy clapped slowly, more on in a teasing way. I clenched my jaw and wished that I could kill him with just my deep glares. I looked around the dead bodies and my weakening burning tears fell on my cheeks again, specially when my eyes landed at Fenris. Zack's interpretation of his vision was wrong. I didn't kill Fenris and the others, the fucking Wizard did. I gripped on my fist as I stared back at Percy, thinking of a way to bring him down. I will fucking kill him.

"The gods had destined her for a much greater cause. She was to house the demons from the pits of hell and she did it gracefully, it was the most beautiful work of art. Your mother lived a fulfilled life, even in death" Persephone screamed, trying to shake off his hand. "You will never win. I am going to kill you once I get out of here Alaric. That is a promise" He let go of her with a shake of the head. "You're so willful, it's admirable. But I know the future Persephone and I've already seen everything that lies in store for me. You and your brother are not going to win. Seth is going to die. The man that cannot be killed will die"

And so it was remaining just Percy and Olivia. Maggie let her eyes adjust to the mist that accompanied their time traveling and when it cleared she was surprised to see that it wasn’t just Percy and Olivia who remained. There were 3 children, two of whom looked like Evgan, Jackson Eldan, and they appeared to be ages 15 and 10, and 5, and Olivia was pregnant with another one. She and Percy had made a family and somehow they were rebirthing the ones who died. The years bled into each other until five years later and by this time they had given birth to five more children. It was Percy’s turn to die and Olivia led him into the woods away from the children. She was crying as she held a dagger i