Annabeth Chase/percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Annabeth Andrews was talking to the class, her eyes were on mine, while her lips were slightly up at the corners, revealing a dazzling smile. So she knew I was standing here? Her hair was dyed black and its volume amazed me. It fell a little under her shoulders, curled at the edges. Big golden earrings in the shape of a triangle and circle were in her ears. A long, multicolor flower dress was complimenting her tall, skinny figure, and comfortable, bright red flats were making her mobile. Her lively eyes were exactly like mine, or mine were like hers. I swallowed, a futile try to remove the dryness from my throat.

I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "It's fine," I said and held out my hand to give her a handshake. She looked at me with a confused look. "We're doing a proper introduction now. I'm Annabelle Siromani. You are?" "Carly Austin." Then we shook on it and I went back to my parents and Colton. Wait, Dex was there too. Maybe he came to watch the action or to give me moral support. Either way, I was glad to see him.

The moment our eyes met, my breath caught in my throat and her eyes widened in shock. “Annabeth?” “Scarlett?” We both called out in unison, our voices loud with disbelief. Suddenly, Annabeth gasped, dropping the books in her hands as she stumbled backwards. “Ghost!” she whispered, I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyeballs moving in horror as she kept moving backwards. “Annabeth, what’s going on with you?” the headmistress asked, her tone sharp, but ut still carried a hint of respect. I stepped forward, raising a hand to stop her politely.

The men backed up at the threat and she smiled. "Run along and I'd go looking for a new slave, the one that ran is a Dragon." They ran off at that and she looked at me. "Hi I'm Arachne, Empath Witch and friends of the Three Moons." She said, holding her hand out. I took it and shook her hand. "Channing." "I know. The Three Moons talk about you a lot. Though I don't think Selene likes you very much." She said, before looking at the barrel.

The Lycan Enforcer~ ~Annabeth’s POV~ The air around me felt heavy, charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. I looked at the Lycan Enforcer, Kael, and for a split second, I saw death. He wasn't just a man, he looked like a mountain of muscle, staring at me with the cold, calculating gaze of a predator who had found a new, interesting toy.

cried Price. “Language!” Amy and I chided him at the same time. Isaac faced me with an incredulous frown. “C’mon.” I produced my phone, where I had downloaded Trisha’s SLS app, and looked up at the couch. “May I, ma’am?” “Show him,” the phone app replied, giving the Haunters a good start. “Thank you.” I opened the app and let Isaac see my screen. The sticks showed Ann sitting on the couch, with Edward and Joseph standing behind her like soldiers.

She cries and she sounded so scared of this woman called Annabeth. Who's Annabeth? She cries and I held her around my arms. I just held her silently while she keeps on crying. She's crying and she's terrible scared of this Annabeth. But who is she? "Who's Annabeth, Paris?" I asked her. She grew quiet. "Paris. Who is she?" I asked her again. She looks at me. "Remember that moment I told you I had a miscarriage?" she asks me. I nod. "It was her." She answers.

"I wasn't really sure when Hades told me about Greene being a demigod. Does Rick Riordan know that you guys exist? Oh oh, wait, is he a demigod too? Maybe a child of Athena. How can I be so oblivious? " "A DEMIGOD" "Is Percy Jackson real too?!?! Oh YES, YES, YES. Hey wait, then I would have to get rid of Annabeth. Oh no, no, no, I like her too." "Eyes on the prize Elie, eyes on the prize." I chanted shaking Will by the shoulder like a cola can. "A DEMIGOD!!" "But what about Annabeth? Shut up heart, and start thinking brain. I will tie them all up, have Nico be put into a t-shirt saying I love sunny beaches.

EZRA I hated this. I hated having to be reminded of my past and the feeling that comes with the remembrance of it and that’s all Annabelle had done since she woke up: remind me of Melucia. It was strange because the two women were the direct opposite of each other. Where Melucia had dark hair and dark eyes, Annabelle was sandy blonde with forest green eyes. Melucia had been at least six feet and she had an air of authority around her that even her captivity had not been able to squash. Annabelle was five-six and she carried herself well and walked like she own the fucking world. She was all roses and fucking sunshine.

For a moment, there was silence and then I loosened my grip. Her shaky breath was mixed with the stark silence that plagued the room. She realized I was getting impatient and decided to talk. “My name is Annabel from Spring pack. Please, do not hurt me,” she pleaded with her hands cupped together like she was praying to some gods. Her words seemed to make my world collapse, the weight of them crashing down like a tidal wave. I stared at her, in anticipation for any sign of the woman I love, but all I see is the cold, calculating soul that has taken her place.