Annabeth Fanart Novels & Stories

The second girl too removed her cover-ups and gave me a polite smile, "You must be Chloe. I am an-" "Anne! She is Anne!" Noah jumped in. Huh? Why did he do that? "Annabell!" Sophia suddenly exclaimed from her position. "Sophia, no!" I chided her, "bad manners!" "Annabell!" Sophia continued, ignoring me, "she is a human, not a doll!" Annabell, or Anne or whoever she was looked at Sophia in shock, "I am Annabeth actually, but, okay..." So, why did Noah lie? And, why was this all so confusing?

Meka cleared her throat, "You mean brother, he's a bad guy. You know he likes it a lot on campus. But, he's not dating Annabelle, right?" Annabelle? Annabelle who? As far as Anabel knows, Annabelle is a creepy demon doll. Nara doesn't know anything about gnats. And also he doesn't want to know. He only needed gnats as his shield. That is all. The girl smiled. "No, that's a friend near him." Sebodo is very true or false. Nara only answered carelessly so that Meka would stop asking questions. "Can you, right?" They held their breath for a moment. The young man ruffled his younger brother's mane gently, smiling, "You have to master something first."

“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.

Dark energy flowed about Anabella as she stood in the middle of the room, her hands held high. A sinister grin curled her lips as her eyes sparkled with malignant amusement. Around her, the space buzzed with power, the walls adorned with sigils that pulsed with an old, terrible magic.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

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

~THE LYCAN ENFORCER ~ ~Annabeth's POV~ "If this art isn't finished by dawn, my Uncle will have both our heads." Tommy’s voice was shaking so hard the paintbrushes in his hand rattled like dry bones. I sat up on my thin mattress, looking hard at the blank canvas in front of us. "A Lycan Enforcer doesn't care about art, Tommy," I said, trying to steady my own breathing. "He cares about power and control."

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

Before I could reply to her, she closed up the distance to Bella and held out her hand to her. “Hi, I am Annabeth, you must be the incredible Bella who has dashed into my friend’s life,” she said. “Hello,” Bella said shyly and I didn’t blame them. Annabeth had such an intimidating aura. Her long legs and tanned face made her look like the goddess of war herself. She was as beautiful as she was fierce yet she had a heart of gold. She pulled a strand of Bella’s long hair in her hand and turned to me, “I love your hair! Can I keep her?”

I said a little but too much. I stood by the door , my gaze fixed on the ethereal beauty that was the Lycan Princess. Her long, beautiful wet hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of strength and vulnerability. She reminds me of the passions kids share the last time we went diving in the middle of the night. Annabelle was more than just a princess; she is a Lycan which is rare to come by, the protector of our kind, blessed with extraordinary powers. And yet, she remained unaware of her true potential.