Annabeth Chase Fan Art Novels & Stories

“Of course I like her! She’s my Mommy!” Chris’ eyes twinkled like the stars in a night sky when Nial mentioned Charmine. He picked up the brush and painted a skirt on Charmine’s figure, wanting to beautify her. It was apparent that out of the three figures, only Charmine was delicately painted. Even her fingernails were carefully painted. “What about Ms. Annabel?” asked Nial. “What do you feel about her?” “Oh, she’s just a plain person. I don’t like her, I don’t love her—I don’t feel anything,” answered Chris in a more serious tone.

A mocking laugh slipped past her lips. “Well, well. Fresh bandage, huh?” Annabelle drawled, cocking an eyebrow. “Let me guess… Britney patched you up? No, wait—she wouldn’t waste her pretty little nails on you. Must’ve been some poor servant, right?” Abigail’s face flushed crimson. Annabelle deliberately lifted her own hand higher, flaunting the neat bandage. The initials “RB” were scribbled playfully across it in black ink. “See this?” she said, her smirk widening. “Richard himself did mine. Even left his autograph on it.”

I turned my head slightly to look past the barrier of the private booth and caught sight of a stunning woman, her hair sandy blonde was curled without a single strand sticking out of place and her wine red lips were stretched in a welcoming smile as she gazed at Jacob and Annabeth . Annabeth hopped down her at once scampering to the woman and threw her arms around the woman's waist . " Auntie Caitlin " she greeted Caitlin with a smile . " hi there kiddo " offered Caitlin back as she hugged Annabeth back . " Auntie Caitlin can we have ice cream first? " clearly intent on having her ice cream , Annabeth had no qualms in pulling Caitlin to her cahoot now that she had failed pulling Jacob in her

“Please, if you could just listen-“ “I think I’ve listened enough, Victor,” Annabeth says, walking to her door, followed by her two gigantic Betas. “The question is, are you listening. Really, thank you so much for a such a pleasant morning, the tea was divine.” Annabeth gives a little wave and slips out the door while Victor slumps in his chair and scowls. There’s a short rap on the door and then Amelia slips in. “So, how did it go?!” she says, excited. “I just saw Annabeth Prath leaving – god, she’s so fabulous. Did you see her bag? It’s the new Birkin –“

The love for this Ana was their utmost priority and I was so happy seeing Anabelle reaching her dreams. I was cursed the day she recognized this skill after her death, claiming that her dream lead to her death. But now I knew better, her dream has elevated her across nations. She displayed different artworks as the bide began. Men of different calibers was placing a bide on each of the pieces but I could see a strong admiration within their eyes which spiked me. “I'm biding of the largest artwork.” I said before I brought out a cheque of 10000dollars. The atmosphere freezed at that moment, as everyone was shocked at my boldness.

“that’s Annabelle.” I turn to see her leaning in the doorway watching me. “I kinda thought so,” I kid and she laughs. “Yeah, hard to tell we are related, huh?” “you both look so much like your mama.” “Yeah. We only got my dad’s eyes.” I put the photo down I was holding and keep looking around. “Who’s the artist?” my curiosity is getting the best of me and Armi would kill me if I didn’t ask. “Anna.” “Whoa, your sister made all these?”

Annabeth stands back to admire her handiwork, and I can’t help but clap my hands like a kid. With the addition of each work of art, the walls have come to life, the different shades of grey providing the perfect foil for the bright drawings and paintings. Next to each frame is a white card with the name of the artist and title of the artwork, along with a brief description and a price.

Annie gulped, feeling somewhat ashamed to reveal the answer, having gotten to know their perception of her mother, which could affect their perception of her also. "Cat cut your tongue? Elder Marcus asked you to tell us who you are," Rose spoke up, wearing a similar smirk as her mother. Annie knew there was no choice but to tell the truth. She suddenly smiled, making Katharina furrow her brow, wondering why she suddenly smiled when a short while ago, she seemed tensed up. Annie drew strength and confidence as she was reminded of the sacrifice of her mother. There was nothing to be ashamed of. "I am Annabeth, daughter of Margaery Dubois, of House Dubois."

It had been very evident that something was wrong and the fact that he was unwilling to share it with me hurt more than I would ever be willing to admit. As it turned out, Annabelle failed to show up at school that day. A minute after I texted her to ask her why she wasn’t present in class, she replied with a brief explanation, citing important errands she needed to run as the reason for her absence. Only for me to check her i*******m an hour later and see that she’d actually skipped classes that day just so she could visit an art gallery with Kendra, her redheaded crush. Staring at her latest post, I gaped at my phone, unable to hide my wonder.

I said a little but too much. I stood by the door , my gaze fixed on the ethereal beauty that was the Lycan Princess. Her long, beautiful wet hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of strength and vulnerability. She reminds me of the passions kids share the last time we went diving in the middle of the night. Annabelle was more than just a princess; she is a Lycan which is rare to come by, the protector of our kind, blessed with extraordinary powers. And yet, she remained unaware of her true potential.