Annabeth Chase Novels & Stories

long black hair down to her shoulder dressed in a black rob. "I have too lilith. I can't let Abaddon steer us all to the Galats. " "And your ruling? " "you can do that for me can't you big sister?" "Don't listen lilith. get her over to me." growled Abaddon. "Bye." responded Hecate flying up the alleys with her brown wings building a shield to avoid scratches. "go get her." screamed Abaddon to his men as they all turned in to there wings. lilith though stayed still smirking at herself as she watched them go up the streams. when she spotted Abaddon take the sky, she grabbed his leg pulling him back to the ground.

"It has become my favorite scent." As we followed the scent of vanilla and roses, it led us to the kitchen door. "I think it must be a meal for the party" "No." Zander disagreed with a strong voice. "Go in, she's there. I can feel the connection" "Who?" "Our…" I opened the door with a loud bang before he could complete his words. My eyes landed on her. She was staring back at me, her plump pink lips opened from when she gasped at my noisy entry. Her forest green eyes stared at me with a mix of shock and awe. Her brown hair was pulled up in a bun, away from her face.

I pointed out, assuming she was referencing taking matters into my own hands. “Yes,” she agreed, “but you have a link. Send some… particular ideas down it.” Vivian stood up, shoving the chair back and scraping across the floor. “I’m going to go hunt. I should be gone for a few hours, but Chandler and I will both be close enough in case something happens.” I huffed and returned to staring at the ceiling as I heard her footsteps make their way to the one door this cabin had. “Oh, and Rose?” she called, grabbing my attention. I turned my eyes back to her. “You know alphas like… control, right?”

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.

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

she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk. She turned her head behind only to find Ash looking at her with a blank expression; he tried to smile but that smile rather looked creepy; taking a deep breath she picked her pen and sat back on her seat. " Ash, " Azora whispered but Maya already knew this. " Let him, I can not go around barking at people for staring at me, " She rolled her eyes at her before she started copying the notes. why this girl has to be so hardheaded? Ash thought as crushed the gym chalk which he always kept in his bag; it always had a calming effect on him; weird but working.

68 JANET I watched as Annalise stepped into the portal, the swirling energy surrounding her like a whirlwind. The air crackled with electricity, lifting her off her feet. My heart raced, a mix of awe and fear flooding through me. This was it. She was embracing her destiny, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of danger looming just out of sight. “Hold on, Annalise!” I whispered, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me. The power surged through her, illuminating the cave, and I felt the energy pulse like a heartbeat.

I’d finally laid it bare: that I was a witch, that I would be joining my sister, Madonna and my old coven to rescue Annabelle and take down the witch that is controlling Ezra’s pack. Nepthar had taken the news with remarkable calm. She is always level headed. That’s why Knight and I were utterly shocked when she disappeared months ago. If Annabelle had run away from home, something she’d done more times then I care to count, we would not have been surprised. Nepthar doing it came as a huge shock to us.

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

The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs. Chantelle took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady herself. She knew she had to keep going, had to get through this day and then figure out a way to escape from this place. She turned on the vacuum cleaner and started working on the living room, trying to lose herself in the repetitive motions. But the work only seemed to make her more upset, and she had to stop several times to wipe away the tears that kept coming. Finally, she was done vacuuming, and she moved on to mopping the kitchen floor. It was slow, tedious work, and it seemed to take forever. But at last she was done with everything including cooking. She loo