Annabeth Fanart Novels & Stories

It was obvious, both of them were hell-bent on getting Zayn! Anabelle stepped forward and crossed her arms, her honey brown eyes dilating. " Yes. This will be the key to getting what I want. Zayn will surely regret what he did to me today! I will make him cry for my love, our love!" Her face darkened, and she cracked her fingers slowly! ***** Anita walked around the unknown community. Her face was solemn and sharp, as her eyes scanned the whole community, with her hands clasped together behind her.

Meko stopped chanting for a moment, Anabel’s eyes met his for a moment. “Good-bye Anabel, your death is in Vain.” He said raising the dagger above his head, he was going to stab her and that would complete the ritual. Time seemed to slow down, she watched as the dagger came closer to her. She took a deep breath and then closed her eyes. “Damn that was close.” Marcus said complaining. Anabel opened her eyes, she wasn’t on the table anymore. “What the hell?” she said looking around, she was in the middle of a pentagram, Marcus grabbed a robe for her to wear. “Victor?” she said shaking her head. “What the hell?”

By the time I sat on the bed, I was still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. And then— The door opened again. But this time, he wasn’t alone. A woman—elegant, late twenties, dressed in a maid’s uniform—pushed a cart into the room. My brows furrowed as I took in the array of food, drinks, snacks. Abaddon barely acknowledged her as she set everything up, and just like that, she was gone. The TV flickered on. And suddenly— *Friends.* My lips parted, my mind struggling to catch up.

Kieran lunged again, reaching for me. I dodged, ash flaring, and the black water drops on my skin suddenly surged toward my wrist mark again—faster now, desperate. One drop hit the mark directly. It sank into my skin like ink into paper. A rune burned itself into me—new, sharp, unfamiliar. My vision flashed. A door above. My mother on her knees, whispering into a bowl. Vesper holding a blade to Rowan’s throat. Mara smiling as the world burned. And Dax—Dax standing in a circle of light, eyes blank, chains around his throat—

I clicked the chat, and a message popped up on the screen. It simply said, “Happy Birthday.” No other words. As if he was going to discuss business with me. He sent it this morning, and I hadn’t replied. I took a deep breath as I shifted my gaze to his avatar. I clicked on it, and his profile picture quickly filled the screen. It was a cartoon picture of a beautiful little bird. This cute avatar didn’t match his serious demeanor, puzzling many. But I knew why he had chosen it. This image was drawn by our old friend, Annika Summers, the woman Nathan had loved with all his heart.

That cruel, careless sentence: “Empires aren’t built between thighs, Annabelle.” God. I couldn’t breathe after that. I couldn’t even cry. So I did what I knew best. I painted. A girl with a bleeding heart and a dagger. Alone. Strong, but tired. Exposed, but still standing. That was me. I painted until my fingers ached and my spirit collapsed. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to… something. A presence. I opened my eyes.

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.

*** “I don’t want you anywhere near my family, or even in Canada!” Annabeth slowly raised her head to look at Elizabeth as soon as she heard her voice, tears slowly streaming down her face, Annabeth was putting on a loose fitting black gown that touched the ground with a scarf tightly tied around her head and a black shawl carelessly draped over her shoulders while Elizabeth was in a black floral dress which stopped just at her knee, she was putting on a conspicuous black fashionable fascinator carefully placed at the left side of her hair, her small black bag clutched tightly in her left hand.

Anabel bent her lips, put down her knife and fork, and said, "Dad, Mom, I went upstairs to clean up. Edward should come and pick me up later." "Come on." Claudia patted Sir Lucas on the back with a smile, "Don't be angry, there's still Arielle. When Arielle wins the design competition, let her come into the company to help you." Anabel went upstairs, sat in front of the vanity mirror, took out the design drawing she picked up last time, and read it over and over again. This drawing is a combination of traditional painting elements, which is somewhat similar to Blossom's style. If she takes this picture out to participate in the design competition, she will definitely win the prize.

The one who opened the door for him is one of the butlers in this huge mansion. Seeing inside Athena's room, he was amazed that the place was stunning with the art collection hanging in her room. All the painting is painted by the painter who is so mysterious. Known by the name of the goddess, Nike. He is one of Nike's fan art. Rumor said that she is a disabled person who worked on the painting to earn a living. Some people said that she is actually a goddess looking girl. She doesn't like to be known to the public, so she went with the pseudonym.