Sad Percy Jackson Fanart Novels & Stories

Rue’s POV Percy went and sat on his seat, without any single word spoken. He held his head on the palm of his hand then turned to me with a slight smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, “ she really made me mad.” “She is just being jealous, pay no attention to her.” I said Just then, I got a ping on my phone. Messages rushed through the pack network faster than any formal report ever could. Someone had dug into Percy's past with cruelty and dragged his father's death back into the open, as spectacle.

Each one just seems to out preform the last. This piece in particular is taken from human inspiration. They have something called Greek gods and goddesses, though they just remind me of faeries. Still, this is a pastel color painting that I hope depicts something like a dream where these angelic beings are sitting somewhere on clouds far away from our perception. “I’m going to list it for five grand,” I say and hold my breath as I wait for Arthur’s reaction. “Go for seven.” He says as if that’s even a possibility.

His paintings can take away your breath. One painting caught Peach's full attention. Even though it's a collage style, you can still read the meaning behind it. There was a boy with girl in his arms while another girl is looking at them not far enough. But the girl is in the ocean. Looks like trying to catch her breath. The painting brought the Unwanted memories of Peach. She held her head when she feel pain. "You okay?" Prince Caspian ask her. She manage to nodded her head but blurred memories is still bothering her.

Alpha Darious, Spencer, and everyone else instantly tensed, backing away as their eyes widened in disbelief. With a twisted screech Percy’s torn form instantly reanimated each half rising as separate entities, both burning with the same dark aura. Asher immediately blocked Percy’s attack with one of his hands. During his struggle with the swirling darkness, Ronan’s eyes snapped to Asher, who was now fighting two Percys. Using his curse energy, Asher distracted one of the Percys and launched a brutal attack on the other, tearing open his head from the torso. However, the moment Percy dropped dead, another Percy arose from the fallen one. Now Asher had to fight three Percys.

"Fix it, please. Oh shit, please Dane, fix it." Understanding the urgency and my rising panic at seeing it, Dane grabbed hold of me as the environment shifted dramatically. He replaced the terrifying imagery with a memory plucked from Percy's mind. We were suddenly in the middle of a vibrant scene at the orphanage where Percy had lived, surrounded by a group of children laughing and playing. Here, Percy was a caretaker, a protector, immersed in a moment that brought him genuine joy and fulfillment instead of pain. This swift change in the dreamscape was Dane's way of recalibrating Percy's subconscious, steering him away from the trauma.

All of them cried, losing their power before his supremacy. “No!!” Persephone sobbed, falling down but glared at Zadicus for turning into a fiend. “How could you, Zadicus!?” She scowled, holding Kriss as support to stay firm but failed. “You fucking monster!” She yelled but Kriss stopped her, knowing he could do anything if provoked. “This has to be a sick illusion.” Kriss breathed out, feeling the trembles traveling his very soul. “It’s not me please….” Zadicus whispered, lowering his head, curling his hand in a fist, breathless, shattered.

Percy then massaged the black crystal ball he was holding, it produced smoke but thank goodness, the smoke didn't seem harmful. "What do you want?!" One Alpha asked. The side of Percy's lips rose before he glanced at me. "I didn't mean to cause a war. Just grant my request and we will leave you, peacefully." "What exactly do you want, Percy?!" Fenris groaned. "Fuck this! Since when did you become Darkesta's dog?" Percy laughed so hard, that it echoed on the whole ground. "Oh mind you," he shrugged, still chuckling. "I am not anyone's dog, Fenris. I am my own master."

He smiled real wide, that playful look in his eyes. “Hey.” I greeted everyone. I haven’t seen Allie much this year, which I am not really complaining about. Our personalities tend to clash a lot, with how much of a primadana she is. I only ever see Percy when he’s running around campus in his wolf form. He’s this playful yet scary looking wolf with full black eyes. Helena is practically non-existent on campus to me, I haven’t seen her once last year or this year. "What are we doing?”

“Yes, I dream of you drowning. And even though I can’t drown you myself, one can only hope you get paralyzed and end up choking to death in a tub of your own sweat.” God, some things are sacred. Percy can never be any of those things. I chuckled. There’s no way I’d ever be attracted to this piece of dirt. Even though I think he and I could form a friendship someday- actually no. That’s not going to happen either. I feel so relaxed, and happy.

If he was going to kiss me while the girls were asleep just to uphold an image, then he could get his damn face painted. The artist’s eyes widened as he looked at Alaric. “Wait, aren’t you... Alpha Alaric?” Alaric gave a slight nod. “Yes.” The artist’s face lit up. “It’s an honor! I’ll make sure your designs are perfect.” The girls giggled as the artist began to paint delicate butterfly patterns on their cheeks, the colors shimmering under the fairground lights. When it was my turn, I sat patiently as he replicated the design, adding a few extra sparkles across my cheeks and nose. I actually really liked the design, and the girls said it made me look like a fairy princess.