Annabeth Chase Camp Half Blood Necklace Novels & Stories

I had always wondered why he didn't sleep in the tents out in the cold with the rest of his army and now I knew why. “No way in hell,” I growled, lifting the glass coffin with shaky hands and wrenching the blood moonstone necklace from its hold, tracing the glimmering pendant with my fingers before throwing it over my neck. The necklace thrummed with heat almost immediately and I gasped, keeling over to brace myself against the sturdy lampshade as I felt throes of power and pain wringing through me. “No! What's happening?” I screamed, grasping at my face that felt like it was splitting in half, tearing the skin through the middle as it bulged and snapped oddly against my palms.

Only a blood covered dead flash light that must have belonged to their camp ranger. She exhaled and battled the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes; she held the necklace around her neck for comfort. She and Danica had the same silver whistle necklace but when Danica was seen, it wasn’t around her dangling neck which means it would be around the camp somewhere. Maybe when she was running for her life, it fell. But Harley was going to find it. She inhaled sharply and was about leaving the camp ground when she noticed a red laser pointed at her and soon a bullet passed through the side of her head and went towards the tree behind her.

Ana's POV: The day has finally arrived. The day , that I turn not only eighteen, but also a vampire? Probably. I am both happy and nervous to see where it leads me . I turn in my bed and sunlight enters my room, snapping my eyes open. I see Drew, Aunt Sara and Jer holding a cake. I sit up and see all of them grinning. I rub my eyes. "Happy birthday!" They all but scream. I smile and take it all in.

Elizabeth said from somewhere behind me, clasping something around my left ankle as I focused on Blanche, the female vampire’s movement blurred and unnaturally fast. My ability stopped suddenly, Blanche’s wound reopening; what had she done? Why wasn’t it working?! Tears burst from my eyes once more as someone grabbed me from behind, prying me from my friend’s body and throwing me backwards. I slid across the floor, smashing into the wooden table as I saw the last movement of Blanche’s chest as the room fell silent, a smile on each face. Each face but mine. “What have you done?!” I screamed, looking down at my left ankle a small golden trinket wrapped around it; the metal giving me a sharp sh

I watched a smirked form from Damons' lips, “She is right if we kill a packs' alpha, we will only win one fight out of thousands,” “That necklace...” Isaac pointed to the jewelry on my chest, “it belonged to Lilith II, where did you find it?” “Her mother? Are you sure, I saw Eve wearing that exact one, during our— entanglement,” Damon added. “What you saw Damon, was a replica,” Isaac whispered staring at the one around my neck, “It was given me by the library ghost,” I mumbled. “Library ghost?” “Yes it's the only way to remember her, I didn't see a face— I couldn't... She was like a glow stick,”

The woman’s whole body was ravaged with injuries, especially her face. It was so bad that not only was she not recognizable, but very little of her face was left. Bone showed through in several places. Zephyra’s stomach clenched and turned with nausea, and it took all the willpower she had to keep from getting sick right there. A piece of metal sparkled in the harsh shimmer of the motion detection lights, and Zephyra gladly looked away from what was left of the woman’s face to the small necklace around her neck. It was an All Seeing Eye pendant. It glittered and taunted her in a macabre sort of way. Zephyra knew this necklace all too well.

Klaus’s POV The whip falls on the ground in the middle of the hallway as reality sinks in. I rush into the room and see chaos everywhere. There were multiple books on the ground, some were torn. There was a lot of glass and blood, too. I turn around behind me, and see her. She was sitting against the wall near the door, unconscious. She was bleeding from a lot of places. The hand she was extending out towards the hallway had a deep glass cut, her shoulder was also cut with what appears to be a knife, there were profound choking marks on her neck with a small cut on the side, the back of her head was bleeding as if she got knocked on her head with something. The most horrible injury was the b

With each drop, the ink changed colour slightly, indicating that the blood was absorbed into the document and sealed the information within. He then carefully folded the parchments and affixed the Ravenwood crest using the Lady’s ring. “It’s done, Mistress. What is to become of the child?” Lady Ravenwood gazed at her newborn baby with a mix of emotions. Her lips trembled with sadness as she spoke, “We must hide her until she’s ready to face the world. It’s best if she grows up not knowing anything about her true nature. She’ll be safe but alone. This decision pains me more than I can express, but it’s necessary. She can pass as a human, and we must protect her. I wish things could be differe

Grown warriors shivering and trembling in fear like pups before thunder. “What happened?” I demanded. They only shook their heads, they were consumed by fear and shame. One of them still had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, another muttered prayers to Luna, the goddess of the old packs but no one would meet my eyes. When I knelt beside her, her glow dimmed. Her breathing was shallow but steady and her pulse strong. The pendant she wore, a dull crystal strung on leather, cheap looking at first glance was now blackened at the edges, as though it had passed through fire. I reached for it and the metal seared my fingertips.

Pippa and I had been through the worst things but we prevailed just like how we would after Selection day is over and I get back to my miserable life as the pack's punching bag. Oh such good times we've shared, myself, Caden the soon to be Alpha, and Gretchen the Gamma's daughter and sweet little Dalia. The mockery and torture I had to endure as the child of a traitorous woman. "Haven't you gotten up Maeve? You have a lot to do today. There are dishes and clothes to be washed, Dalia's Selection outfit to be straightened to perfection and betrothal gifts to be packed. Stop lazing about and get to work!" Aunt Giselle's voice came booming down the narrow hallway of our cramped house.