Annabeth Percy Jackson Series Novels & Stories

"I just need to confirm that Violet can control magic. Naturally a wolf can't do that, so if it happens, there will be a price to pay. She shouldn't have to go through more than she can handle." Gloria's expression turned sympathetic. She rubbed my hand as though to encourage me while nodding. Her mouth opened as if she were about to say something, but at the same time a loud clatter of steps sounded from the stairs. Our attention flew there, only to find Annabeth out of breath as she sprinted off toward our table. Panic was clearly reflected on her eyes. "Peony!" She called out between gasps of breath. She caught my hand, pulling me to my feet. "You need to get back to the packhouse right n

Peggy Howards continued to dice onions while gazing at Josh Batton. “I'm really fond of you, Josh. You have an even more wonderful personality than your appearance suggests. My daughter is very lucky to have found you. “Annabeth is a kind-hearted person, but she can be a little reckless with her words sometimes. I hope you won’t mind if she says anything to annoy you. Please try to bear with her. “Of course, you can always come to me if there’s anything you can’t handle with her. I can speak to her about it,” she added.

His heart rate picked up upon seeing the surrogacy agency’s number and almost missed the call from his frozen state of shock. Almost. He answered. “Blackwell.” A bright, professional voice chimed through the speaker despite it clearly being after hours. He hadn’t heard her voice in months, but he knew it instantly. Annabeth Hale — part witch, part human, and stubbornly determined to live her life on the human side of the veil. He didn't mind her. She knew enough about the supernatural world to be useful, but identified herself as human and he respected her choice especially since she seemed to genuinely respect his choices too. Not often single men wanted to become fathers.

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?”

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.

She added and even acted like she's wiping a crocodile tears. Anastasia rolled her eyes for the nth time. "You're so dramatic." She said at Yesha before turning at Thallia, who's the normal one here. "So what will I do? Should I go or not?" She asked in concern. After all, this is not even her real body to begin with. The only thing she can atleast do for the real Abigail is to take care of her body. And yet she already failed to do that on her first day.-_-

She can only differentiate them through their sizes and colors so she has to diligently flip through each book’s first few pages to find out what the content of the story were even about. Proserpina goes through each book on the shelf slowly and mechanically, flips through the pages to try and find… at least something that will catch her interest–there was a story about the origin of soul mates, the concept of rebirth, the rise and fall of Elder Gods, Trojan War–only to no avail. It seems that most of the books Athena has been more on about history, serious matters than what is to be considered anything appropriate for a light reading.

Annie gulped, feeling somewhat ashamed to reveal the answer, having gotten to know their perception of her mother, which could affect their perception of her also. "Cat cut your tongue? Elder Marcus asked you to tell us who you are," Rose spoke up, wearing a similar smirk as her mother. Annie knew there was no choice but to tell the truth. She suddenly smiled, making Katharina furrow her brow, wondering why she suddenly smiled when a short while ago, she seemed tensed up. Annie drew strength and confidence as she was reminded of the sacrifice of her mother. There was nothing to be ashamed of. "I am Annabeth, daughter of Margaery Dubois, of House Dubois."

And it seemed as if the skies answered her prayers, because she woke up one day, not knowing a single thing about her. She woke up, only being told of her name, age, and why she woke up without a single memory—because she needed a fresh start. She obliged and went by their rules. She trained for a purpose she wasn't aware of; she was just told to train until she becomes the best. And fourteen years later, she became the best. At ten, Divina Anastasia Elcort died and was reborn as Anna. That was when she started to make history.

she said “She is not Annabelle of you’re still in her” Damian said to her Grace started to chant some words and Annabelle fell to her knees. A black cloud rose above her and Grace looked at Damian “No matter what happens, you have to fight her. She would take the face of Annabelle and she would feel like Annabelle. It is Annabelle but it’s not all Annabelle. You have to win that fight so that Annabelle’s energy can return back to her body. You are the only hope she has” Grace said