Percy Jackson's Death Novels & Stories

"In the process of the struggle, I pushed him against the sink. We struggled and I kicked him so he fell directly on a knife that was stuck upwards. It drove through the side of his throat." Athena nodded. "Alright." "You thought I killed him on purpose?"Ciara asked. Athena shrugged. "I wanted to torture him and make him speak." "I don't think there's any need. Zeus was found dead about ten minutes ago and nobody can trace the scent to anyone. They think he was poisoned by something."

Someone like Perseus who waited silently in the shadows and acted so opportunistically was more dangerous than anything else in the world. “Zeus is not coming back. Even if he survived, his power has been stripped from him.” Perseus informed Hermes. “You know what happened to God King Zeus,” Hermes furrowed his brows as his rage started to build up. “He was poisoned. I would spare you the details, but if he was able to survive, his life was the only thing that he was able to take with him. That is why he has not returned.” Perseus told Hermes. “Poisoned? How do you know this, Brother?!” Hermes raged.

It was clear they'd been ripped off this bed, likely while sleeping. I should have been here. Then, I could have watched over them and ensured this didn't happen. Percy walked over and knelt in front of me. He pulled his collar back and leaned against me, offering his neck. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. The thought of taking his blood felt wrong. "Just drink," Percy insisted. "You have to be at your strongest for this." He was right. I needed to be strong, not just for myself but for him. And for Jo and Dane. I leaned in, sinking my fangs into his neck. Percy moaned as I drank.

"I want five minutes alone with her. That's all I'm asking for." "No one is killing anyone," I said, though my voice came out smaller than I meant it to, still thick with leftover tears. "I'm okay. Look — it's already healing." "That's not the point, Zana." Percy's hand tightened where it rested against my shoulder, and when I looked up at him, the gentleness I usually found in his face was nowhere to be seen. There was something colder there instead, something I rarely saw from him. "The point is she poured a compound capable of dissolving bone onto your skin and called it an accident. The point is you could have been disfigured. Or worse."

Zeidan couldn't tell what was going on but he knew he hit his neck on a tree and passed out. By the time he would wake up that morning, he was met with a stench of dry blood, rotten bodies, and perching flies. He rose and looked around him. The guards who had been going with him had all died, apparently from the green blast. A tear rolled out of his eyes as he went back to the palace, conscious of a blood clot at the back of his neck. The only person that filled his mind was his father. "Dad!" He yelled as he ran back, barefooted.

Tasting the salty, metallic blood in his mouth, his hand bleeding profusely where he'd bitten it, Percival didn't stop, his jaws clamping down with a force that seemed intent on tearing through his entire hand. "Boss!" Oliver yanked hard on his hand. "What are you doing?" "I dreamed she died... she died... I lost her..." Percival said, then suddenly slapped himself hard across the face. Oliver's throat felt tight, his eyes stinging red. "She is really gone, she's dead..."

As soon as he reached, he saw Brian biting Edmund and Serene crying her eyeballs out in fear. Percy was same age as Edmund and Brian but he was not some special werewolf or Alpha like them. He was a normal unchanged werewolf and he was nothing compared to them in power. But when he saw his only friend getting attacked, he just couldn’t stand there and watch him die in pain. So, he grabbed the shovel kept near the training field and ran towards them. He attacked Brian with the shovel. Angry Brian left Edmund and turned towards him. He didn’t wait for a second and attacked him. With his one foot on his head and weak Percy fell on the floor unconscious.

"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.

And so it happened that over the course of 5 years, the Jackson look-alike sacrificed his life in the same violent way and another half a decade later Eldan's look-alike sacrificed himself, it was the only way the goddess accepted their sacrifice. Maggie was sickened to her stomach at the violence with which Percy and Olivia tore into him, yet they had no control over their bodies. And so it was remaining just Percy and Olivia.

“He begged him to stay calm. Told him they could find another way. He never raised his voice. Never treated him like the monster that he was.” I swallowed hard. “And that,” Percy said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “is why he died.” For a moment, the image was so vivid it made my stomach twist, Percy watching compassion be repaid with brutality. “I cant get the memory of him bleeding out of my head,” Percy said. “I watched the light leave his eyes. ” His shoulders trembled, just once. I reached for him without thinking, my hand resting over his clenched fist. He startled slightly, as if surprised by the contact, then slowly relaxed beneath my touch.