Percy Jackson's Death Novels & Stories

“To create moments where their true selves can surface. But there is only one way to guarantee that the connection ends.” Nobody spoke. Constantine's eyes hardened. “Persephone must die.” Atreus stepped back. “No.” Constantine looked at him. “She has Hannah.” “And killing her could kill Hannah.” “It could,” Constantine admitted. “But leaving Persephone alive guarantees that this continues.” Atreus turned away. He dragged a hand through his hair. “Hannah is still in there.” “I know.” “We can make her remember who she is.” “I don't think so.”

“You’re gonna help with that, you know. But first—talk to your oracle friend. And her mate. They’ll know how to guide you.” She took a breath, her eyes flicking to the side like she didn’t want to drop the weight of the next thing on me. “After you left… Percival went downhill. Fast.” I felt my chest tighten. “He lost his pup. Killed his brother. And then you were gone. That’s when it happened. He tried to take his own life.” My breath caught.

I said, but even as the words left my mouth, doubt was creeping in. "But you saw him die, right?" I asked Orion desperately. "I didn't, I was going to kill him. I actually did, but he didn't die before I left the place. Marcus called an hour later to tell me he had died." Orion said, and his face had gone completely pale. The silence that followed was deafening. Derek looked between us, clearly trying to piece together what we were talking about, while Orion and I stared at each other in horror. "Are you telling me," Derek said slowly, "that Athena has someone who is after her life and you both caught him, tortured him and killed him. But he might not have died and had resurrected?"

Heather’s parents pushed the crowd away and rushed up to the stage, as though they had just woken up from a dream. “Ethan?” Deanna sobbed as she yelled, grabbing hold of Percy’s hand. But it was too late. Percy had fallen into a coma before he could even call out to them. “Ethan!” Meanwhile, the executioner looked at Daniel. “Are we still going to kill him, Alpha?” “Are you an idiot? Didn’t you hear that he's Luna's brother? Hurry up and get him to the hospital!” Daniel yelled.

I go down the hallway as silent as I can be, and stop short of the living room to listen in. “Diego, we have news from the trial. Alpha Jackson is dead.” “What?” Diego’s voice grows louder, clearly shocked by the news. “He’s dead? How? Who did it?” “Kendric challenged him when the council went to clear him. Diego, it was a bloodbath from what I’ve heard. He ripped out his throat.” Diego lets out a deep sigh. “What about Jackson’s pack? What’s happening over there?”

Even Zoey was terrified of Frederick's current state. She struggled desperately as if drowning, waving her hands and crying out, "Help! Help! Someone save me! Kill him!" However, the one who greeted her was a bloodstained Percy. He reported, "Mr. Lester, the bar owner has committed suicide." Percy's words left Zoey pale and dumbfounded. "He's dead? How is that possible? Raindrop Retreat has such a big backing! He still has so many people under him!" she screeched.

I could tell there was an admiration in his tone for Percy now. He understood the sacrifice Percy made, and he even admitted to me that he wasn’t sure he would have the courage to do what he did. I don’t think many people would. Percy faced his death with great bravery. I will never forget what he did for us, for Ares and I to live happy and free. I will hold him close to my heart always, and when I do eventually die, I’ll beat his ass for hurting me so. “You’re threatening to beat him up after you die again, aren’t you?” Topher asked, having gotten to know me too well already.

"My dearest Athena, I write to you with a heavy heart, burdened by a secret that I can no longer keep hidden. The truth must be unveiled, no matter how painful it may be. Your father's death was not the result of Ardolf's father's actions. The true culprits were the Omega Lab, an organization whose malevolent intentions run deep. Your father's life was tragically taken from us that fateful night we were captured at the bush. It was during a clash with the werewolf pack of Esteros, and in the midst of the chaos, he was taken by the Omega Lab for their twisted experiments. It is with great sorrow that I must reveal that he lost his life in the process. I understand the weight of this revelatio

I ask? Maybe it's a dumb question to ask. But the truth is it's been hard for me to be true to myself lately. All it took was facing the place where my dad fell to his death—plummeting hundreds of feet below the waterfall. His final moments must have been filled with fear, regret, and unresolved desires. I don't want to die regretting not going after Sam when I had the chance. "I mean, I didn't think you had it in you to decide on Sam finally. You seemed so certain about letting her go before. So what's changed," Percy asks as Hazel hands me a cup of coffee?