Annabeth Percy Jackson Series 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.

I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "It's fine," I said and held out my hand to give her a handshake. She looked at me with a confused look. "We're doing a proper introduction now. I'm Annabelle Siromani. You are?" "Carly Austin." Then we shook on it and I went back to my parents and Colton. Wait, Dex was there too. Maybe he came to watch the action or to give me moral support. Either way, I was glad to see him.

a sob escaped my lips. I pressed my lips into a thin line to strangle my screams, but tears kept spilling and spilling. All I asked for was an answer. An answer to why it’s so hard to enjoy life like every other person. Why would I be an Alpha’s daughter in my new life, one without a mate again? “You should remain silent as always, Moon goddess. I’ll do what I can to make sure I clear my name as Annabel.” “I no longer want to hear from your cruel self, suit yourself Moon goddess!”

“Bianca will definitely look down on you, but I think you are capable of putting her in her place. Annabeth is Julian’s twin and she’s very sweet.” “That’s a lovely name—Annabeth.” I smiled despite my nerves. “Yeah, it’s a combination of my grandmother Jean Anna’s and my mom’s names. Elisabeth and Anna. Annabeth.” “Wow.” I breathed, struck by how much meaning could be stitched into a single name. Families like his carried history in their very blood. I, on the other hand, carried scars. My eyes flicked to the wall clock and panic surged. Time had slipped through my fingers—thirty minutes had somehow become two hours. Guilt tugged at me as I shot to my feet. “I have to go.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Annabeth. So how will you convert his negative energy into positive reverse cursed energy? I can’t come running to you every time he breaks the rules.” She nodded and went inside while I waited for her to return. Even after an hour, I sat alone in the living room, waiting for Annabeth. Where was she? What was the hold-up? Should I leave? Wasn’t she interested in helping me? I stood up, still in a dilemma, when she emerged with a purple obsidian pendant attached to a black-beaded thread on her palm. She held it out to me, and I took it from her.

Before the police find me — or worse if he does. A woman is dead. A child is without a mother. I've made a mistake and now I need to RUN! END OF BOOK TWO

she whispered. My breath caught in my throat, and I found myself gasping for air. Then my head started exploding with those damn images again of that old hag and the two boys. “Just make it stop! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!” I hollered. I felt Annabeth’s arms go around me and she held me to her tight. I sobbed into her chest. “I don’t understand any of this Annabeth! Why would you keep this a secret from me? How long have you been one? Who was the one that turned you?”

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.

He said disappearing. Anabel didn’t say anything to Marcus, she wasn’t sure he wanted her to do this either. She stood up and walked over to the window, she had a lot of thinking to do, and she wasn’t sure she could make the decision to let Hecta go, she was afraid she was going to get judged because she used magic to help her get her soul back.

I asked not even trying to hide my anger "I'm Annabelle" she answered I squinted at my sons "Finding a girl with my name to sleep with" I shrieked "Um, no, this is their niece, Isobellas daughter" Damon told me standing in front of me protecting me from the other witches, or protecting them from me, I didn't know "She lives?" I gasped and whispered, Damon nodded