Percy Jackson's Death Novels & Stories

“Jason attacked first. He escalated. He tried to eliminate Nico Black, citing a bloodline judgment the academy had not recognized. The campus wards were strained. The faculty did not have the means to contain a demigod operating at that level.” Alucard’s eyes flicked to the HUD projection that hovered faintly at the edge of the room, a private reflection of the official log that had already been filed. The system had recorded combat start, ability use, and the final confirmation of Jason’s status as **DECEASED – CAUSE: VAMPIRIC BLOODWIZARD INTERVENTION**. The words themselves felt like judgment. “His bloodline will not take kindly to this,” Alucard said.

“What have you done!?” Zadicus screamed, holding his chest, sobbing badly to the point his voice began to suffocate him. Tears blurring his vision, unable to handle this amount of grief. “STOP! STOP! PLEASE!” He cried from his deep anguish, punching the surface beneath him continuously but it left no effect. “What have you done!? How could you, Zadicus!?” Persephone screamed, traumatized by the sight where he killed his Father.

But they wanted to tell Aria that they didn't regret it. They just felt grateful that they were able to see her wedding before they died. Aria had always thought their deaths were her fault. But to them, nothing could be better than being able to guard this place, which was like a home to them, until the very end. Their only regrets were that they couldn't protect Mount Hollowlight, and that they didn't reunite in death. Their spiritual forms got torn to shreds. Percy had it worst—after he died, his soul got thrown into the Spectral Realm.

So we all knew something was up. “What happened?” Kaleb asked. Finally, someone broke the silence. We all looked at Chris, Rye, and Dimitri. I could tell that they were still absorbing the information themselves. “They found Penthesilea and Phlegyas.” Chris says. “Good, now what is the plan?” I ask. “They are dead.” Rye states. What, how in the hell does this happen? Aren’t they immortal? Well, that was not what I was expecting them to tell us.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

“I raise him to God of Courage, to be revered for all time.” Gave his life? He had died in a hunting accident. He and a few demigod friends had gone after wild boar in the forest, and a boar had run him off a cliff. There was nothing glorious in it. But Zeus needed a hero, even a false one. My mother knew none of this. She knew only that she was sealed in the dark, with no food, no water, save the hard crust of bread and the bowl of filthy water shoved now and then through the gap beneath the door.

That’s why she decided to tell him before passing. Alex sobbed as he called out to Shelly and the Mystic Maiden, hoping they could help him out. He was willing to give up anything he had too. In the end, both women showed themselves and used their ultimate tool, bringing out Persephone’s Folly Bridge. Despite this, it was all for naught. Zendaya’s life force was drained out of her body. She died with her hair turning entirely grey. “Ah…” “How could this happen to us?” Alex knelt on the ground in great despair.

My adopted sister, Victoria, possessed a fiercely powerful wolf spirit. She was the sole hope for our endangered Silver Moon Pack. In contrast, though I was the Alpha's biological daughter, I was just an Omega. It wasn't until I turned twenty that I finally awakened a wolf spirit, and it possessed nothing but simple healing abilities. From that day on, my three older brothers forced me to become her personal blood slave. After enduring the extreme torture of the Full Moon Trials for the eighth time in her place, my wolf spirit was on the verge of being torn apart. Dragging my broken, battered body, I questioned them hoarsely. Chris, my eldest brother, sneered. "Victoria has suffered sin

Hades embraced me, protectively covering my body as I wailed in his shirt. "Baby, don't cry my love." "C-can we now f-free him" I hiccuped as his shook his head. "We can't." "But why Hades?" I was panicking now. "Persephone, he is dead." ***********************************

I observed her downtrodden stance, the resigned slump of her shoulders, the puffy eyes filled with regrets, sadness and a host of other emotions. "I received an anonymous call telling me to come to a certain location, I'd find my brother. I..." He swallowed, pain filled his eyes. "I didn't want to at first but then I decided to go with the police. We got there and found Percy lying dead with a knife stuck deep in his chest. A wide slit on his throat." He chugged his whiskey and reached for the bottle. I noticed the slight trembling of his hands, sympathy filled me as I gently took the bottle and helped him refill.