Annabeth Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

"It's nothing new, I was expecting it, '' Anabelle responded coldly. I didn't know what to say, all I could do at that moment was to wonder why she hated her father so much, it was so clear with the way she spoke and surely, there must be a story involved in this hatred of hers. To my surprise, a soft chuckle escaped her lips, "He should have been dead a long time ago, I wonder why the moon goddess gave him enough time to live" I froze, shocked by her words. "Why do you say so?" Anabelle smirked, she let out a scoff, looked away at the open view and returned into her room. Her room was as beautiful as ever, the interior was painted purple with so many flower designs on the walls making it th

Nobody honestly was going to look for anybody to this part. Annabeth and I stood behind a pillar as we watched her. She had her back to us and she slowly began to take off her scarf. She pulled the sleeve of her dress down and my hand clamped over my mouth immediately to stop myself from gasping. She was literally covered in scars that looked like they weren’t done healing. She raised her hand to her body and began to itch them whimpering uncontrollably. “You can’t be tired,” She kept muttering to herself as she itched her scar more intensely.

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

Brandon smiled and Gregor sighed "So the girl I was telling you about,she's quite crazy about you and she have no idea you're my best friend......." •••• After picking few things at the grocery,just to prepare the meal the twins requested for,Annabella walked out of the store. She spent most of her day with Cindy and Aurora because she wasn't herself. She just couldn't stop thinking about Georgia and the fact that she might win Gregor over again simply because of their kids. 'Do you think Mr Campbell will choose you over the mother of his kids??' Aurora's voice rang in her head and she sighed out She boarded a cab and went home

I said " You must be really smart to think of such a nice name .. what about you , what's your name sweetheart ?" " I'm Annabeth " she answered with a shy smile " It means I'm favoured by the God " " You surely are " I replied and I meant it , she was Jacob's little sister and the Knight pharmaceuticals little princess , if she wasn't favoured by God , then I don't know who was ... Ugh , Really Bella pessimist much ?

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

“Meeting at 10. Don’t forget the client file. And thank you again for yesterday—you handled it perfectly.” Anabelle typed back quickly: “Thank you, Jude. See you soon.” She placed her cup down and walked to her small art corner near the window. The easel stood ready, holding a half-finished painting of a sunrise. She picked up a brush and stared at the canvas for a moment. The colors were bright, alive, full of energy. Just like how she felt these days. A soft smile curved her lips as she dipped her brush in orange paint and added strokes to the sky. “I like this,” she murmured. “Peace. Freedom.”

From the ceiling dangles a waterfall crystal chandelier just above the flower pot. The dining environment is rather cheerful. The butlers and housemaids were serving breakfast as usual as father sat at the head of the table having a delightful conversation with mother, who sat next to him. Luke was about to bite the crimson apple, but Daniel grabbed it from him before he could do so. Jacob, shortly followed by Annabeth, entered the dining room. ***** Annabeth Olivia Knight. Daughter of Beta Jordan. Ever since we were little, she has been my closest friend. Annabeth, or Ann as we call her, has two brothers, Daniel and Jacob. Annabeth is the youngest of the group, followed by Jake and Daniel.

He was relieved to see her healthy complexion was back, but there was a brooding look in his eyes, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. Annabelle stared at her daughter intensely. Her heart overflowed with love and pride. Although Riftan really hurt her, she had to admit that they both made a beautiful daughter. Layla was a spitting image of Annabelle, with only Riftan's hair and eyes. And Annabelle didn't regret the passion she shared with Riftan years ago. "If she's really a Sorceress like you, why does she go through such pain?",Riven finally asked. Annabelle gasped and his curiosity was piqued instantly. He noticed that she avoided his eyes and he knew instantly that she was hid