Annabeth Chase Novels & Stories

Unafraid. Not kneeling. Not bowing. Just… observing. One steps forward. A woman. Tall, silver-haired, her presence sharp but measured. She radiates absence—like something important was deliberately removed from her. She inclines her head slightly. “Rory of Midnight.” I don’t like that she knows my name. “You crossed into my territory,” I say evenly. She smiles faintly. “No. We crossed into uncharted territory.” Ethan’s hand brushes mine. Ready.

The love that I have for him finally breaks the fears and doubts that consumed my soul, and shaking my head like a child, and with tears streaming down my face, I hugged my belly and gave him my answer: - Yes. Lilith POV When I hear Angel answer “yes,” I materialize between him and Klaus, grab his neck, and drag him towards the woods. Klaus and the others try to stop me, but I have a barrier of fire erected around us, blocking their passage. A panicked Angel tries to pull my hands from his neck, but I hold on tighter and tighter, feeling his life slowly ebb away. With a smile, I squeeze even tighter, but thunder echoes, shaking the ground and putting out the flames. Beside me, a very beautif

When both agents lay motionless on the ground, she turned back to the woman—but she was gone. “Damn it,” Annabel muttered, wiping the blood from her hands onto her pants. She didn’t have time to dwell on the encounter. Picking a direction, she ran deeper into the forest, her senses on high alert. The memory of her mother’s face lingered in her mind, pulling at her focus. Was it real? Or just another one of Ash’s mind games? After what felt like hours of running, she spotted a faint glow in the distance. She slowed, approaching cautiously. The glow was coming from a small campfire, and beside it sat Elijah.

I felt a flash of electricity surge through me, and I fought off the urge to shiver in reaction. "Who are you? You asked to see me." I asked her even though I already knew she was the one for me. "My name is Annabelle. I am the firstborn daughter of the great witch, Elysia. Her great works precede her, and I am sure if you do a little research, you will find out that things are really not as deep as you think they are. I am a seer, gifted from birth, but it was never something that I wanted to do. I know this might be too sudden, but a lot of time has been manipulated by the cursed one to not give you the time you need to prepare." She said, and I sat down.

She was alive. I moved out of the pack to see if I could pick out the scent. The rain poured heavily over the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the forest where I picked her scent. Thunder cracked across the sky as I shifted back to my human form. The scent of blood hit me instantly. My mate was here. I saw my beta and the warriors beside me. I signal to them that I will go a alone “ Alpha you can't go alone, we are coming with you” he tried to stop me

His heart rate picked up upon seeing the surrogacy agency’s number and almost missed the call from his frozen state of shock. Almost. He answered. “Blackwell.” A bright, professional voice chimed through the speaker despite it clearly being after hours. He hadn’t heard her voice in months, but he knew it instantly. Annabeth Hale — part witch, part human, and stubbornly determined to live her life on the human side of the veil. He didn't mind her. She knew enough about the supernatural world to be useful, but identified herself as human and he respected her choice especially since she seemed to genuinely respect his choices too. Not often single men wanted to become fathers.

Saying he turned around and disappeared into the house. "What the!?..." She was stunned and then looked down at the book. It says, A R Williams. Scar felt familiar with the name and thought about it for a second and suddenly one realisation hit her as she gasped. "Oh!... Annabeth Rose Williams! The abbreviation of mama's real name!"

I was about to ask when the name suddenly popped into my head. "You mean the gossipmonger?" I asked, confirming it, and when she nodded her head, it immediately answered my question. Mrs. Cruz lives next door to Annie, and I got the opportunity to meet her the first time I visited Annie's house. She was adamant that her daughter, Annabeth, was a better choice for my assistant. However, after watching Mrs. Cruz's attitude and now meeting her son, I'd safely claim that Annie is leaps and oceans ahead of Annabeth in terms of attitude, should Annabeth share her family's temperament.

I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound came, not because I lost my voice, but because I couldn't remember "I can't remember" I laughed "I can't remember" I stood up, hugging Damon I tried to remember other things from Annabelles life but I remembered nothing, only the last day of her life, the one I had seen, then I tried to remember my life, "my birthday is the twenty first of November my mothers is twenty eight January, my fathers fifteen June, I remember". I was so happy, Damon hugged me tighter. We realised that Annabelle hadn't returned for revenge but had returned to find out what had happened to her granddaughter and once she saw her she left, I was grateful, my head felt lighter t

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.