Sad Percy Jackson Fanart Novels & Stories

"Both the drawings and the idea. Why are you so different than everyone else here? It's confusing. I really believe you don't want to hurt me. You might. But you don't want to." "Ah, my small friend, art is pain. You will not enjoy the process of being marked. Unless you do, of course. Some no-furs love the burn of the needles. I suppose we shall see what side you fall on soon enough." Ink began to prep a handheld machine, attaching pieces and checking it by pressing a button that made it hum softly. "Since you are one of Persiana's small gods, it is safe to assume that you do not have a bond, correct? Not even with this Hades that you obviously like?"

He did not even need to do anything, and Percy would be turned into ashes by the Whirling World. Percy clenched his hands tightly. His eyes were completely red as he looked at Fane with a crazed glint in his eyes, "I swear! Even if I have to give up my life, I won't let you off! I'll make sure you pay the price! I'll have you begging for mercy!"

I certainly was. Percy was nothing, but gentle. He was slow to undress me, which did nothing to prove his words of being quick. He stood up undressing himself, showing me the toned muscles I didn't know he had. Apparently Percy had gotten a tattoo at some point that he told none of us about. It was a black hole over his heart, leaking black fluid over his chest with small stars and planets inside of it.

Achilles’ expression was one of adoration, a silly smile on his lips. Khalid stood to his left, a little further back. I could see his aura was yellowish, like sand constantly falling around him, and his Daemon was smiling. Khalid's expression was more composed, but his eyes burned with passion and love. I shifted my gaze and found Perseus to Achilles’ right. There was an aura around him, like a shimmering heatwave blurring everything nearby. Helios shone like the sun at sunset. Perseus’ expression was joyful, but I could see the glint of fear in his eyes.

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To her, He was calm, mature and little bit cold but in reality, He was over obsessive, cruel and darker than the HADES. But for his PERSEPHONE, He could only show his gentle side to her. Because He Was SHIV : The Destroyer ... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

“Oh, wait. Yes it does.” Atnya’s screams mixed with the princess’ as Darkous’ grip tightened on her heart, blood pouring from her chest. Percy begged and pleaded for his mother’s life, but as usual the psychopathic lord showed no mercy. The demon within him laughing playfully, enjoying Atnya’s agonising screams. The desperate cries of all four children echoed through hell as Darkous viciously ripped out their mother’s heart.

Percy had checked on me twice already, her own eyes shadowed from nightmares she wouldn’t fully share. “You okay over there?” Percy asked from the kitchenette, sliding a mug of coffee my way. Her tattooed arm flexed as she moved, the ink a reminder of the armor she’d built after what those three monsters did to her. “Davin’s still ghosting?” I nodded, sipping the bitter brew. It burned going down, matching the twist in my gut. “Yeah. I keep replaying it. He looked so hurt, Perce. Like I betrayed him by not noticing. But I can’t force feelings. Not when I’m still picking up pieces from Girad. God, what if I lose him as a friend too?”

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

Percy roared. He ripped the filthy bandage off his arm. The wound underneath was swollen and black with streaks of purple. Pus bubbled through the torn skin. He showed a twisted grin. He dug his fingers into the rotting flesh, tore out a handful of putrid meat, and shoved it into Diana's mouth. "You dare call me filthy? Eat it. Eat it." Diana gagged and retched as he forced the decayed flesh between her teeth. Percy's grin stretched wide in a feral way. He watched the woman he had worshipped sink into terror and humiliation. For the first time, he felt a savage and overpowering sense of triumph.