Annabeth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

*_* ANDREW'S POV: Seeing Ana again at the mall with her friend was not what I wanted for my evening. And the way she waved and glared did not help my hunger at all. I quickly went away before Charlie dragged me towards Alex too. My sister (not biological) was just standing a few feet apart from Ana. If she attacked her because of her sweet scent, our secret could be exposed.

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.

Annabelle pov The temples of my head throb as the pain in my body gravitates to my head . The strong hospital scent assaulted me as I sniff in the 'fresh air 'surrounding me .Wait a hospital? What am I doing in a hospital? I would normally open my eyes in a rush if I was filled with anxiety but I had to use all the energy I have to just open my eyes . I slowly peel them open one by one.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I let the darkness take me. --- The next morning, I woke up in a hospital room. I must have fainted. There was a drip in my arm. I tried to sit up, but Sammie, seated beside me, gently stopped me. “Take it easy,” he said softly. He brushed my hair back and gave me a small smile. “You’ll be okay, Annabelle. I’m here now.” I turned my head to the window. The sky was pale. My heart still longed for Gerrard, and I didn’t know how long it would keep doing that.

Joelle hid a small smile, although she was not okay with him having a son with someone else, she felt just a small satisfaction that he did not care about that woman, she would have to find out about that woman and pay her a visit. * * Anabelle was on her way back from the office when a car suddenly stopped in front of her and a man she recognized as Hazel's assistant got down, immediately, she pivoted and started moving in the opposite direction "Ms. Anabelle Gideon" Nath shouted and rushed towards her, Anabelle quickened her steps but she could not outrun him, he caught up with her and pulled her by her arm "Why the hell were you running away from me?" He was panting as he pulled her towar

That truth wedges in my throat like a shard of glass. I glance up despite myself. Just a quick look, a fleeting glance, a single act of defiance against my own stubborn will. But as my eyes meet hers, my fingers unconsciously tap a rapid rhythm on the bottle in my hand, a quick, nervous stutter. It's a moment of pure, unfiltered exposure, a betrayal of the detachment I strive for. Annabelle. Even after all these years, she still manages to steal the air from my lungs. And that kid in her lap? He’s a mirror of her. Same unruly waves of dark- brown hair, same wild gestures as he points at something on the TV. He's a perfect replica, right down to that exasperating smile. A smile I know so well

Abigail's POV The library is unusually quiet today, the stillness pressing down on me like a weight. I sit at my usual spot near the large window, a few open textbooks scattered in front of me. But reading is impossible. My thoughts keep circling back to one person-Nathan. The journal. Every time I close my eyes, I see his smirk as he taunted me, the way he looked at me that night, knowing exactly what he'd found. What will he do with it?

And I was still curious—far more than I should be. I hadn’t planned to notice the embroidery on her dress. Hadn’t planned to touch it. Yet I found myself wondering who had failed her badly enough to make devotion sound like regret. Anyone who could walk away from a woman like that either didn’t know her— Or didn’t deserve her. Either way, it no longer mattered. Annabel works for me now. Her talent would surface. I would make sure of it—not because of my interest, but because I didn’t waste rare things.

my mother said as she leaned across the table towards me as if to get a closer look in my face. I was certain by that time from how hot my face felt that I was blushing wildly. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes because I was scared that she would realize what was going on between Rowan and me. Rowan thrusted his fingers mercilessly against my pleasure spot and I could feel myself inching closer to my climax. I was certain that he was enjoying himself as his fingers continued to tease my insides. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I covered my face with my hands while I begged him silently in my mind for him to stop torturing me this way. I couldn’t believe that I was on the verge of c

Anabella tightened her grip around the half-drawn blade. Inside her head, Nyx went silent for one long second before whispering with completely inappropriate admiration, “Okay… that was actually smart.” AUTHOR’S NOTE. (Hello anyone still here, sorry for late updates, updates starts today, this book is in a contest so please support with whatever little you have, thanks, please comment, vote and support, I sincerely appreciate)