Percy Jackson's Death Novels & Stories

“Porscha’s dead. She was found hung up on the pole next to your former house. Dead, dead, the only witness.” I bite back my curse. Ben goes next, picking up his phone and aiming it at Lucian. “And the syringe, you were right. It’s still there. It feels like no one is investigating. The school is quiet. My dad says with no leads, it’s possible that the alpha will rule the case closed or arrest Percy.” I clicked my tongue. Yeah, that’s what I expected. This is not worth anything. Taking care of Lucian. Perhaps jail is in my future, and I’ve got no choice but to deal with it. Enjoy my freedom until there’s nothing left.

“Either by having vampire blood in his system or not, he was going to die. It’s just that by having vampire blood in his system, he could wake up back as a vampire then being gone forever. Thinking it as the most logical thing to do, Evandor didn’t wait for his King’s permission and bit his hand and fed his blood to dying Percy. He went through the transition in a couple of days and turned into a vampire. Meanwhile, Evandor found each and every guy who did this to Percy and killed them mercilessly. Do you know who was the master mind behind Percy’s violent death?” Rose asked with expressions full of disgust and loathing.

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.

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.

Gianpaolo repeated as his eyes went to Crista. Crista left my side to wrap an arm around Persephone as she looked pale. “Thales is dead.” Crista softly whispered. “But it will be okay. I promise. No one is ever hurting you or Delilah. I won’t let that happen.” Crista vowed as tears stained Persephone’s face. Tears for her fallen Alpha heir.

Helena climbed to a boulder to get a better look at the ground to see Hades. “Zac, he is over there!” Pointing to where the containment box is. Persephone was about to slice his hands with the blade when Hades wrestled the blade from her. They struggled for a moment and then Hades went still and fell on the ground. Golden blood oozing from his mouth and from his side. “No! Hades!” Zac screamed and dived into the waiting creatures of darkness, brandishing hos sword in quick movements to clear a path to his dying uncle.Persephone stood there , the blade still in her hand and she was laughing uncotrollably.

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.

Hades and Poseidon were each other's strengths and weaknesses. After the death of Poseidon, they couldn’t do anything but be tiptoeing around Hades. “KAAAAAAH!” Perseus continuously banged his sword against the invisible shield. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG BANG BANG BANG! The last attack was so desperate. Unbeknownst, he had exhausted his strength. The sweat trickled down his face, his shirt was drenched with a dump of sweat. Looking at desperate Perseus, Hades found no pleasure doing so.

His mouth gaped wide open, and blood sprayed out in torrents, all filled with clots. With a thud, he collapsed into a pool of blood, lifeless. "Weakling." Ajax curled his lip, unimpressed. Hercule picked up Percy's corpse, carried it to the beach, and flung it with all his strength. The body flew over 800 yards, landing on the opposite shore. "Impressive!" Ajax couldn't help but give a thumbs-up. This was as expected of Hercule. On the opposite shore, Douglas and the others were startled.

she repeated. "He... he died in battle against ThunderClan," Sprucepaw murmured, her voice becoming distant as she tried to imagine what life would be like had he lived. Pinion simply nodded in understanding. "Now it all makes sense," she growled. "Icestar is planning on taking out the whole family, one by one." Sprucepaw looked at Pinion in confusion as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "How do you think your father really died?" "F-From a ThunderClan warrior..." Her response came out as more of a question than an answer.