Percy Annabeth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“He has such a wild taste that makes it hard to keep up with him and-” “Are you done?” I cut her off, my face clearly held irritation. She was taken aback by my harsh response. “You should mind your business and stop talking about my Percy like that.” I clamped my eyes shut, did I just openly claim Percy? It was just me trying to keep Greta’s mouth shut and sell the idea right? “You shouldn’t be the one worried about his fantasies, I am his fantasies.” I said and turned ready to leave when I saw Percy just in front of me. He had beard what I said to her, his eyes fell on my face.

“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.

“She just divorced you! Doesn’t she know what that looks like? She’s—she’s making herself look cheap!” Veronica’s lips thinned. “And who, pray tell, is this… replacement?” I hesitated, and that hesitation said more than words. Sora leaned forward, impatient. “Who, Aiden?” “Percy,” I said finally. Sora’s jaw went slack. “Percy? As in Percy Group—that Percy?” Veronica’s scoff was instantaneous, sharp as glass. “Impossible. Rue? With him? Never.” “She was with him,” I muttered. “I saw them together.”

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.

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.

“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 –“

From the ceiling dangles a waterfall crystal chandelier just above the flower pot. The dining environment is rather cheerful. The butlers and housemaids were serving breakfast as usual as father sat at the head of the table having a delightful conversation with mother, who sat next to him. Luke was about to bite the crimson apple, but Daniel grabbed it from him before he could do so. Jacob, shortly followed by Annabeth, entered the dining room. ***** Annabeth Olivia Knight. Daughter of Beta Jordan. Ever since we were little, she has been my closest friend. Annabeth, or Ann as we call her, has two brothers, Daniel and Jacob. Annabeth is the youngest of the group, followed by Jake and Daniel.

She shouts followed by useless series of spells that I deflect. "No." I frown. "Not until we talk, at least." "Talk about how much of a fucking creep you are?" She yells crossing over to the exit. "Help!" Her fists bang on the warded door. "Aperi, nunc!" She directs but doesn't get the reaction that she wants and huffs trying again. "Aperi!" (Open, now!) "Annabelle come sit with me," I sigh. "Of fucking course you know my name. The hell did I expect!" She huffs and turns to face me, her eyes darting over my sitting figure and my head starts to hurt with her constant yells and the howls and clapping outside.

"Do you know what it's like to have the one thing in your life almost ripped away from you? Do you?!" I eased back, tried to keep my pillow dumping on the down low. I nodded. "Yes. I almost lost Ryker. The man I came in with? We're keeping each other. Forever. He's really smart and important. Maybe we can help you get Annabeth back. Would you like us to try to help you?" Tears gathered in her eyes. "You are going to help me." She shook the syringe as she stood up. Her hand shook. The light glinted off the uncovered steel of the needle, catching my eye.

she said, smiling. “If he was yours, he would be mated to you, Hannah, but I became his mate. That means we were destined to be together, and there was no way I could control that,” I said, staring directly into Hannah’s eyes, my fist clenched at my side. “Oh, please get rid of that damn confidence on your face. Well, since you were not a complete woman, I have come to save your sorry ass, Annabeth, so you should be grateful to me,” she said, poking my chest before walking past me.