Percy Jackson's Death Novels & Stories

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

I assured him. Percy nodded in response. However, his gaze lingered, and his hand soothingly caressed my thigh. We focused our attention back on the laptop. After the video of Jackson's body, the screen started showing pictures of my uncle. He was found lifeless in a car at a location not far from our house and the ambush. "He was poisoned," Andrew said. "The same one they found on the macaroons." All the pity I had for them vanished. Everything they had done was making me sick. They didn't care who they'd kill. It could've been Marcus, and the world would've ended then and there because I'd pulled the sky down on them.

I end his life by snapping his neck. I pull out my knife and wipe the blood from his shirt. I hear Persephone wincing above me as she sees the whole thing. Walking back up, she huddles herself, and I grab her shoulders. "Look at me, Persephone, look at me!" I demand. She is shaking her speech and stuttering. "Y-you killed him." Then her eyes roam on the other dead Order man. "You k-killed t-them."

I say. “I was just thinking the same thing.” Donte sighs. I know Penthesilea and Phlegyas would do shit like this. Those two were some shady fuckers. However, they have been dead for at least 500 years or more. Uncle Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades were there when they were put to death, so I know it can’t be them. I guess I will have to ask Uncle Zeus about some of the other demigods next time I see him.

he thought as he parried a strike by another and kicked it back into the group, Sorrena was holding her ground well, there was something in her claws that shone blue and allowed a slash to any part of their bodies making them dissolve to dust, Jason moved quickly, his main aim was zaymor, he must be a fool to think jason could fight a god after what perilia did to him, but he didn't care, the power of the blades drove him on. They didn't seem to reduce, it was like for every one jason killed two more took it place, Jason moved back, it finally clicked in his head, he was the god of the dead, he had access to all the souls of the dead, how many could he kill before he became overpowered?,

"She seems angry, Jason." "Yeah, I know," I replied, feeling the weight of her silence as we walked. Suddenly, Norella rushed back towards us, urgency etched on her face. "What happened to Doctor Albert?" she demanded, then added with a piercing gaze, "Did you kill him?" The accusation stung, even though it was unfounded. "I wish I did, but no, he took his own life," I answered, watching as shock painted her features. "And I'm not being unnecessarily angry," she said to Damon, who stood with his mouth agape, too stunned to respond.

“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?”

The door slammed behind us with a sound that felt like the closing of a tomb. I spun around and slapped him—hard. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You killed him! You killed my father!” He ran his hand through his hair, his breaths ragged. “He was going to kill me, Percy! He charged at me. I didn’t have a choice!” “You had a thousand choices!” I screamed, backing away from him. “You could’ve walked away. You could’ve surrendered. You could’ve let him throw you out. But instead, you grabbed a sword and murdered him!”

I'm six months pregnant when my cousin Hallie Thorne's mate dies. Worried that she has no one to look after her, my mate, Ragnar Clairmont, suggests she move in with us. I don't think twice before agreeing. The moment Hallie walks through the door and sees my pregnant belly, she bursts into tears. Ragnar pulls me aside and says quietly, "Try not to walk around showing off your pregnancy in front of her. Her mate just died before they could even have a pup. Don't rub it in her face." I feel sorry for her, so I agree. That night, Hallie spills dish soap by the kitchen door, causing me to slip and nearly lose my pup. I suspect that she does it on purpose and tell Ragnar. But he just look

"Not by siding with a god that will kill you when he is done with you." He chuckled, "You and I have been pawns for as long as I can remember, except last time I did not protect you, but I will," Then he leant forward. "I will kill every family that is connected to those bastards seated up there, and then because he abandoned you now when you needed him the most, I will kill Leonidas." A loud roar left her lips as her forehead collided with his face, Achilles jumping back as he held his bleeding nose while Persephone was grabbed by the hair back with a grinning Kostas who had suddenly appeared behind her. "Well, hello."