Percy And Annabeth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Taking the bags he offered, I handed them over to Abigail with a wink, realising my grip on her hip as I stepped back, turning my attention to Lizzy. "Where to next squirt?" I asked, wriggling my brows at her playfully. "There is a park round the corner. Shall we go check it out?" "Am I allowed to play in it?" her little face lit up in excitement, with me chuckling and nodding. But the anger that came off Abigail in waves was not lost on Archer. "She hates us, you pushed her too far too soon, she barely knows us, and you are trying to get into her pants. I thought it was me who was meant to be the feral insatiable beast!" He growled, pacing around in my head.

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

After hearing my whole conversation with my grandmother, he rushed off to tattle to the sisters. "Kara, I was worried about all of you, so I snuck over to take a look at the banquet, and I… I heard Percy say he doesn't want any of you. He wants to marry that sickly woman, Michelle Cooper!" Kara gave a cold snort, her eyes full of disdain. "Oh, so he thinks he's too good for us now?" Charis Jennings glared and snapped, "Percy is such a shameless idiot. He really thinks he's some kind of king who can pick through the seven of us as if we were prizes? I swear I'm going to let him have it."

“Please, if you could just listen-“ “I think I’ve listened enough, Victor,” Annabeth says, walking to her door, followed by her two gigantic Betas. “The question is, are you listening. Really, thank you so much for a such a pleasant morning, the tea was divine.” Annabeth gives a little wave and slips out the door while Victor slumps in his chair and scowls. There’s a short rap on the door and then Amelia slips in. “So, how did it go?!” she says, excited. “I just saw Annabeth Prath leaving – god, she’s so fabulous. Did you see her bag? It’s the new Birkin –“

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?”

The tension was so thick you could almost taste it—disbelief and anger were thick in the air. Annabel locked eyes with me, her smirk sending a chill down my spine. I never expected to hear what came out of her mouth. “A mated female... staying with two different Alphas... kissing one who isn’t even hers while her mate suffers! Percival’s been suffering while you’ve been having your fun with Conor!” I froze. Percival stopped too, and for a moment, everything went still. I could see the rage and pain in his eyes as he collapsed toward me, but before he could reach me, my fist was already in motion. It slammed into Annabel's cheek, my wolf taking control.

This wasn’t supposed to be real… except it was. Percy’s tattoo glowed faintly, burning against his skin. Proof. He felt it too. But his face wasn’t joy. It was stone. His jaw clenched, eyes hard, as if the bond was a curse instead of fate. I staggered, knees buckling, the fire searing me alive. My scream echoed, silencing the whispers. And Percy… he didn’t move. He just stood there, cold, unreadable. Darkness clawed at my vision. The last thing I saw was his expression, not wonder, not relief, but resistance.

I leaned down, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her throat, my mark screaming to be placed. I was seconds away from changing both our lives forever when the brass bell of the perimeter gate shrieked through the room. The sound was like a stab through my chest. "No!! Get off of me!" Annabeth’s voice was sharp, filled with a sudden, panicked clarity that cut through the haze of my desire.

There I was—the daughter they had thrown away, the sister they had forgotten—standing next to the most powerful and terrifying Alpha in the whole territory. Percy looked like a princess in her big white wedding dress with too much lace, laughing at something stupid Ron had said. But the moment she saw me, her smile vanished as if someone had wiped it off her face. Her eyes widened in pure horror, and for a moment, she looked like she had seen a demon instead of her own flesh and blood.

Although knowing her, she can easily manipulate the situation to her advantage, instead of constantly giving on to the annoyance his actions cause her to feel. "He would surely take that as a compliment," Sherfy said. *** Anne's mischievous spirit suddenly kicked in at the sight of Percy's miserable condition. Dishearten by the result of his battle, he remain seated at a bench outside the arena, quietly sobbing without ceasing. "My condolences, Percy," Anne sat beside him, mocking the poor young man. "No fair, argh! That Albrecht guy is insane!" Percy rashly ran his hand through his face and yelled in fury and disappointment.