Annabeth Chase Fan Art Novels & Stories

Amber’s POV Ethan whistled the second he saw me walk out the gate. Annabelle also got out of the car and rushed to me. She grabbed my right hand and made me twirl while her eyes feasted on my body. “Ooh, mamacita, you look breathtakingly hot tonight!” she confessed. I stopped twirling, took a step away from her, flipped my hair, and began striking poses as though I was on the runway. “I must get this in my gallery,” Ethan said as he pulled out his phone and started taking photos of me. Annabelle also jumped in, and he took photos of us.

Zephyrus’ POV I went inside Annabeth’s house, hoping to get some lead on Lena’s whereabouts. Annabeth gestured for me to sit on a couch while she sat opposite. Under the dim light, I saw the bright, highly reflective crystal ball on the table, the size of a grapefruit. I sat down, watching her work on the crystal ball. She lighted two candles on either side of the obsidian crystal ball. With her half-closed eyes, Annabeth placed her hands on the orb, muttering some chants to create a perfect scrying spell.

Annabeth was humming to herself while pulling out all my band t-shirts, making a face at them, and putting them back. “Don’t you have just like, I don’t know, a plain back t-shirt without ANY writing on it?” She asked. Ann suddenly snapped her fingers, “I got it! I’ll be right back!” And with that, she darted out of my room. I shrugged my shoulders as I bent over my bathroom sink to spit out the rest of the toothpaste in my mouth, then I grabbed the mouthwash and rinsed out my mouth that way. I dropped the towel that was wrapped around my body and began wrapping my still wet hair in it, and proceeded to put on underwear and a bra. At that time Annabeth rushed into the room, with a big g

“Meeting at 10. Don’t forget the client file. And thank you again for yesterday—you handled it perfectly.” Anabelle typed back quickly: “Thank you, Jude. See you soon.” She placed her cup down and walked to her small art corner near the window. The easel stood ready, holding a half-finished painting of a sunrise. She picked up a brush and stared at the canvas for a moment. The colors were bright, alive, full of energy. Just like how she felt these days. A soft smile curved her lips as she dipped her brush in orange paint and added strokes to the sky. “I like this,” she murmured. “Peace. Freedom.”

Her cinnamon-colored, thick, wavy hair is neatly gathered at the top of her head in a braided bun with a few loose ringlets hanging down around her face and long coils of hair from around her neck draped over her chest. A light dusting of freckles decorates her nose, dotting her cheeks just below her eyes. Her lips are full and rosy pink. Dark, thick lashes line her kind eyes, spotlighting their unique color against her fair, smooth skin. Other than being taller than me and holding herself with a queenly posture, Annabelle could easily pass as my twin sister. Covering my mouth loosely with a trembling hand, I don't realize I am stumbling backward away from the painting until my back bumps in

she tossed her head back and laughed. “Haven?” The feminine voice that called to us had me letting go of Haven’s waist and her pulling a step back so we could both turn together to see who had spoken. When I actually recognized the girl, I blinked, certain I was seeing things. Next to me, Haven stiffened. “Annabeth,” she bit out, her expression hardening. I glanced between the two, immediately noticing the tension between them. Annabeth wore scrubs, which made sense. Back in the day, she’d told me she was a nursing major.