Annabeth Percy Jackson Book Novels & Stories

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.

She says gesturing at the now overflowing desk, before moving quickly off to finish her task. Sighing I resign myself to hours of sifting through before something shiny catches my eye. Reaching down, I pull out a golden, star shaped pendant. As I gaze at the ruby in its center I feel myself pulled. Almost as if a Leaper is attempting to transport me out of the realm. Dropping it out of fear of being dragged into the unknown, I pick up the scroll closest to me and begin to read. "I may as well learn all I can before reading the instructions" I think to myself. "At least that way, they should make sense." I push all thoughts of the pendant out of my mind for the moment and settle in to do the

Her eyes were closed, deep in concentration. Seated opposite her was Annabelle, her mother. Dressed in the same dark dress like Layla, Annabelle left her purple hair wild over her shoulders, letting the breeze ruffle it. She had her eyes closed also, but she was speaking softly, her lips moving gently. In their middle was a large opened book. The Book Of Shadows.

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.

Then, with a sorrowful expression she added, “It will be centuries more before he forgives our foolish outbursts and rash words while in his company. If he ever forgives us. My only comfort is knowing that Lilith and Cerie were just as vile as I was with the insults and accusations tossed his way. They shall not see home anytime soon.” “Lilith and Cerie?” Marcus repeated. “Who are they?” “Lilith is the vampire queen,” Freya explained. “I have heard nothing of her for a few centuries, but I am assuming she still lives. Cerie is the witch queen. She has been holed up in the castle with the vampires. Do not ask me how that match made in hell happened.” Marcus’s voice was filled with awe as he s

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?

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 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.

I walk inside her room and my mouth opens to speak as I look at her, her face is familiar, like I’ve seen it before but not really. “Hi, I’m Alpha Abigail, this is my pack you’re in right now, are you doing okay?” The girl looks at me and smiles and I tilt my head looking at her, “yes, everyone is very nice here, except I miss Terry,” she sniffles. I blink my eyes at her, “Terry, who’s Terry?”

He was a man I trusted eminently. I wasn’t a man to beat around the bush, I liked to get straight to the point. The problem was, where to start? So I, with the input of Tobias and Xander, began from when the Delta first arrived and recounted events in a timeline fashion. “…we now have the Delta and his fucking daughter Lamia in the dungeons; she’s some kind of Alpha…” I was interrupted halfway through speaking, something that could easily get one killed, If it wasn’t for the respect I had for Abner, and the look on his face. Astounded might be an understatement, but if the man opened his eyes any wider, they might just fall out!