Annabeth Chase Fan Art Novels & Stories

"I can't make it tomorrow, but I'm free over the weekend. I'll definitely come." Esther was ecstatic. "That would be amazing. I'm trying to get a comic artist named Fat Caterpie to come. She's quite elusive, but if she does make it, it'll be a treat." Abigail arched an eyebrow at the familiar pseudonym. "You're a fan of Fat Caterpie?" Esther confirmed, "I'm a loyal fan. I've read all her comics, especially Chloe Bay, which I loved. Chloe is my idol. But the author is so mysterious, she never shows her face. I've asked so many friends, but none have been able to contact her."

For a moment, there was silence and then I loosened my grip. Her shaky breath was mixed with the stark silence that plagued the room. She realized I was getting impatient and decided to talk. “My name is Annabel from Spring pack. Please, do not hurt me,” she pleaded with her hands cupped together like she was praying to some gods. Her words seemed to make my world collapse, the weight of them crashing down like a tidal wave. I stared at her, in anticipation for any sign of the woman I love, but all I see is the cold, calculating soul that has taken her place.

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

It was obvious, both of them were hell-bent on getting Zayn! Anabelle stepped forward and crossed her arms, her honey brown eyes dilating. " Yes. This will be the key to getting what I want. Zayn will surely regret what he did to me today! I will make him cry for my love, our love!" Her face darkened, and she cracked her fingers slowly! ***** Anita walked around the unknown community. Her face was solemn and sharp, as her eyes scanned the whole community, with her hands clasped together behind her.

Beside the drops of it, the black gives way to a figure and fear crawls into the crevices of my mind, leaving me cold and sweaty as I realize what Rune has drawn. Who. Hekate. Something prompts me to flip the page and I do. The paintings are different on this one. This page is covered with faces and expressions of a young girl. Laughing, happy, angry, sad...it captures everything. Her eyes, her hair, her lips and the flush in her cheeks. There are dates at the top of each page. It's always the same day, but a different year. My birthday. Solstice. I flip the next, fingers trembling, feet cold and frozen and it is more drawings of this girl. Slightly older. Perhaps, by a year.

Nobody honestly was going to look for anybody to this part. Annabeth and I stood behind a pillar as we watched her. She had her back to us and she slowly began to take off her scarf. She pulled the sleeve of her dress down and my hand clamped over my mouth immediately to stop myself from gasping. She was literally covered in scars that looked like they weren’t done healing. She raised her hand to her body and began to itch them whimpering uncontrollably. “You can’t be tired,” She kept muttering to herself as she itched her scar more intensely.

It was almost noon when I finish sketching yet another Brice's perfect face. And remembering what Ann said yesterday, I decided to be the stalker that I am and snapped the sketch and post it on my I***a page. And being a true stalker and fangirl I tagged Brice's account and his fan page. Ann was the first to comment with lots of emojis and praising my impeccable sketching skill.

To say that the drawing looked so realistic, that one could say it could come alive was an understatement much to his surprise as he continued to look at it unable to mask his surprise. “This... this is good” Skye finally spoke his thoughts out aloud, he remained transfixed by the images. Anberine huffed as she frowned at him with her arms folded, clearly not amused by his antics. “Yeah, good! Now can you give it back to me please” Anberine snapped as she gestured for him to give it back using her right hand.

“I was rewatching Dr Who and this episode with the weeping angels came on and I just felt inspired to create something based on them. I love the idea of these sad but beautiful statues secretly being so dangerous and terrifying, and how they can’t hurt you if you’re looking at them. That’s such a fantastically disturbing concept because it’s like everything in life, you turn your back and suddenly danger strikes. I want to do a painting the evokes those same emotions of angelic beauty that’s masking something sinister and terrifying.” “Wow…I’ve never seen Dr Who but that sounds nightmare inducing,” I giggle with a shudder. “But a fantastic art concept. I can’t wait to see the finished piece.

Jacob answered, correcting his first statement, but Jackson just rolled his eyes at him before he noticed something. “What’s that?” he asked his brother, pointing at the stuff he brought with Anna earlier. “Her sketchbook I guess,” Jacob retorted and they both moved closer to it. Picking up the sketchbook, Jackson stared at it in amazement after looking at the first page. “This is amazing.” He let out before showing it to Jacob. It was the same painting Anna had sketched the day she joined Tumblr . A painting of a girl with scars as she outstretched her hand to accept the hand of a man even though it was filled with thorns.