Annabeth Chase Fan Art Novels & Stories

I turned to them and my involuntary smile turned into a sad one. “It is you… the day Annabeth gave you that thing for your hair. You were so excited you couldn’t stop smiling about it…” I said pointing to the first painting. “This was on the night… I wanted to claim you to myself, the longing in your eyes was more than any I have seen…” her eyes peeled off the painting and she glared at me. “Why did you have these done?” she asked in a broken voice. “For someone, who doesn’t care about a mere sex slave… why did you get this painting done?” she asked.

said Charles, one of the delegates that were chosen by Jaxon to look after a pack in the west that had been conquered by Blazepelt. Most of the people that were on the table were people that represented Jaxon in conquered packs and others such as the commander of the pack's warriors and the Gamma who Anabelle had never met. Surprisingly she was a woman with cut chestnut brown hair and slit eyebrows. The Gamma also had tattoos that went around her arms and to her neck. Anabelle wondered if they were like Jaxon's tattoos but somehow she knew that they looked too artistic to communicate that they were for a position. Luckily, she did not have a scar on her face but she was oddly quiet. Anabelle

“I just felt you have more of a connection with the painting than even Hakira himself. I am Max, it is lovely to meet you ladies.” “Eve,” I mumbled. “And I am Anabelle.” “Eve and Anabelle, enjoy your day!” We watched him walk away before Anabelle leaned in whisper. “What a total creep right?” I laughed and shook my head. “Let's go see the other pieces.” "Amen to that!" She said boisterously and led me by the arm.

"Would you just show us the picture?" The picture came up on the screen, blocking Abel's cocky smile and I almost threw the eggs and bacon I just managed to get down my system this morning. Morris had been right after all. He'd been right after all. I rubbed my eyes just to be sure I wasn't seeing fake. It was Adelaide... Or Annabel. Who knew? It was either one of them. If there was even a 'one of them'. The picture showed a very young version of her. Her hair was in waves and her hands grasped coffee. Her backpack was blue. It matched her eyes and her sneakers.

From the ceiling dangles a waterfall crystal chandelier just above the flower pot. The dining environment is rather cheerful. The butlers and housemaids were serving breakfast as usual as father sat at the head of the table having a delightful conversation with mother, who sat next to him. Luke was about to bite the crimson apple, but Daniel grabbed it from him before he could do so. Jacob, shortly followed by Annabeth, entered the dining room. ***** Annabeth Olivia Knight. Daughter of Beta Jordan. Ever since we were little, she has been my closest friend. Annabeth, or Ann as we call her, has two brothers, Daniel and Jacob. Annabeth is the youngest of the group, followed by Jake and Daniel.

I thought I was about to be found out. “But Athena, I noticed something…” she said, clearly thinking. “Aaron kinda looks like Sir Zach. Like a carbon copy,” she added, shocking me. Good thing I had already swallowed the water I was drinking, or I might’ve choked. Dear God, I thought no one would notice, but someone did. Why doesn’t my child look like me? Why does he have to look just like his father? “Y-You’re just seeing things, you’re crazy,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

He gestured towards the door as she gritted her teeth ignoring him. "What's she doing here?" She asked as before Azhan could say anything Meera spoke up. "I am also the partner of this advertisement campaign and she, Ana I mean Annabelle Swift is the model of this campaign." She said with a challenging smirk on her face as everybody in the room was looking at her. Glancing one last time at Azhan she exited the room. "Annabelle Swift..." She said to herself. "Her nickname is Ana." She suddenly remembered the tattoo on his chest as rage surged through her form thinking of Annabelle could be the reason for that tatt

Meko stopped chanting for a moment, Anabel’s eyes met his for a moment. “Good-bye Anabel, your death is in Vain.” He said raising the dagger above his head, he was going to stab her and that would complete the ritual. Time seemed to slow down, she watched as the dagger came closer to her. She took a deep breath and then closed her eyes. “Damn that was close.” Marcus said complaining. Anabel opened her eyes, she wasn’t on the table anymore. “What the hell?” she said looking around, she was in the middle of a pentagram, Marcus grabbed a robe for her to wear. “Victor?” she said shaking her head. “What the hell?”

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

On the other end of the leash was a girl. 'She's so beautiful,' Jess gasped. 'Is this Annabelle Ross?' With long, raven hair, skin like ivory and deep red lips, she was the living image of Snow White. Well... if Snow White were a fishnet wearing goth with tattoos and piercings. She knelt at Damien’s feet like a dog, wearing a skirt so short every male student who walked by took a less than sneaky look. As if the situation couldn't get more weird and awkward, a guy pushed through Jess and Ricky to get a look.