Percy Jackson Is Terrifying Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her piercing scream filled the air as her soul was ripped from her body, and she was sent into the pits of hell. I vomited on the sidewalk; my pride was now bruised tenfold for the torture I just endured. My ears rang as Lucifer burst out into a fit of laughter. His hand clasped around the back of my neck, his mouth right against my ear as he leaned forward. "Next time you fuck up my plans or lose fucking control again, Perseus, I won't be so nice. Now get the fuck home and clean up before you embarrass yourself further."

I looked at Luke and he already knew what I'm thinking. "It's a crazy idea! Look at what happened to you, Alora you were unconscious for two days. What if next time you had another episode and won't come back?" It was Sophie who yelled. I understand she's worried and scared to go back there. Percy walked towards her and held her into his arms. "I'll be with you, don't worry. I won't let anyone touch you." I heard him whisper to her. Percy's face changed again. Everything that concerns Sophie, his face goes dark.

Only Jaiyana. Ion peed his pants after realizing that Jaiyana is done with Percy. Is he next? He badly wanted to escape, but his legs couldn't move. Jaiyana's cold gaze darted towards Ion, who wetted his pants. She almost raised an eyebrow at him. How could a 14 year old kid wet his pants? Jaiyana looked at Flint's face, who's eyes almost burst into tears and realized, 'oh he's just scared. '

The fear that crawled up my legs and through my body was causing every nerve to contract under his touch. ”Stop,” i said but Percy shook his head. ”You’re not real,” I closed my eye shut. ”Selene, I'm real,” ”No!” I said and tried pushing at him but Percy stood as firm as a boulder. ”What’s happening to her?” He asked and looked behind me. They wouldn't know how to answer that because nobody knew that was going on with me. Nobody knew the nightmares I had been living, how my mind wasn't my own, how I was constantly played with as if in some sick horror show.

There I was—the daughter they had thrown away, the sister they had forgotten—standing next to the most powerful and terrifying Alpha in the whole territory. Percy looked like a princess in her big white wedding dress with too much lace, laughing at something stupid Ron had said. But the moment she saw me, her smile vanished as if someone had wiped it off her face. Her eyes widened in pure horror, and for a moment, she looked like she had seen a demon instead of her own flesh and blood.

Mindy grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the bedroom, ignoring her screams. "Percy!" she barked. "Come deal with her!" Percy froze, his face twisting. His arm was injured but not badly. Cyrus had aimed to cripple, not kill. He wanted them to rot, not die quickly. Percy could still move, though clumsily. He hesitated. "Mindy, that's not right. I really like her. How can I hurt her?" Diana trembled on the bed, her voice breaking as she pleaded, "Please don't. Percy, you said you loved me, didn't you?"

He paused for a heartbeat, pinning me to the sheets, savoring the way my body trembled around him. "I'm in heat," I gasped, fighting for breath. "And you… you're a fucking Lycan. Do your magic!" With every agonizing withdrawal and sudden plunge, the tension in my gut tightened. I arched my back, nails digging into his shoulders as a guttural groan ripped from my throat. "I had no idea you were this starved," he growled, the predatory rumble vibrating through my chest. He nipped my ear, his voice a dark husk. "Who knew you were such a filthy little Omega?"

Hilda Scarlett is halfway through her second helping of blueberry pancakes and telling me a story about how Percy is definitely scared of bumblebees. “He screamed, Mama!” she says, eyes wide, hands flailing dramatically. “And he’s this big”—she stretches her arms as far as they’ll go—“and a little tiny bee made him run away! Like this!” She zooms her hand through the air, knocking over her cup of milk in the process. I catch it before it falls, mopping the few drops that splashed over the side. “Maybe Percy just didn’t want to get stung,” I say, trying to hide my smile.

"Take her away!" Alpha Jerri blurted out. "Please, no!" I begged, my heart racing with fear. But the Lycan King simply laughed, relishing in my fear. "Oh, don't worry, little pup. It's not like I'm going to do anything to you… just yet." He grinned, his eyes flickering with cruel amusement. I felt bile rise in my throat at his words, the revulsion and terror almost too much to bear. But I knew that I had to keep my wits about me, even in the face of such unspeakable cruelty.

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