Percy X Annabeth Fanart Novels & Stories

~THE LYCAN ENFORCER ~ ~Annabeth's POV~ "If this art isn't finished by dawn, my Uncle will have both our heads." Tommy’s voice was shaking so hard the paintbrushes in his hand rattled like dry bones. I sat up on my thin mattress, looking hard at the blank canvas in front of us. "A Lycan Enforcer doesn't care about art, Tommy," I said, trying to steady my own breathing. "He cares about power and control."

I turned to them and my involuntary smile turned into a sad one. “It is you… the day Annabeth gave you that thing for your hair. You were so excited you couldn’t stop smiling about it…” I said pointing to the first painting. “This was on the night… I wanted to claim you to myself, the longing in your eyes was more than any I have seen…” her eyes peeled off the painting and she glared at me. “Why did you have these done?” she asked in a broken voice. “For someone, who doesn’t care about a mere sex slave… why did you get this painting done?” she asked.

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.

And should he ever get the sense that Darla is in danger- -Percy can morph it, in the blink of an eye, into a point sharp enough to tear right through the mortal who had been foolish enough to dare raise a hand against his beloved creature. As a much more banal matter, Percy also often wants to change the design of the necklace, whenever he places his hand on it; like a mindless gesture, not unlike the way some others tap a rhythm with their fingers, or hum an idle song. Darla brings up a hand to run over the chain, feeling out the new design for herself. “I suppose,” Percy says. “It is not as though I do not understand where Brendan is coming from.” Darla looks at him with a frown.

“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 –“

*** “I don’t want you anywhere near my family, or even in Canada!” Annabeth slowly raised her head to look at Elizabeth as soon as she heard her voice, tears slowly streaming down her face, Annabeth was putting on a loose fitting black gown that touched the ground with a scarf tightly tied around her head and a black shawl carelessly draped over her shoulders while Elizabeth was in a black floral dress which stopped just at her knee, she was putting on a conspicuous black fashionable fascinator carefully placed at the left side of her hair, her small black bag clutched tightly in her left hand.

It's fricking real! On page six of the said magazine was a picture from last week's fashion show. It was a picture of me and Xander on closeup. It was the time that he drew me close to him so I could untangle my fingers from his wig. But this picture added more glitter to it and it looked nice. Xander as Gabrielle in the picture was starring at me - Felisha - intently while Felisha was starring at him dreamily. Only I wasn't looking at him that time. I was looking at my great fandoms namely Percy, Harry, and Hermoine.

"I honestly doubt it would be as precious as theirs but Fani and I really wanted you to have it." Persephone collected it, her heart beating as she slowly unfolded it, a small choked sound leaving her lips. It was a painting of all four of them. Except in it Persephone had already given birth and had a swaddled baby in her arms while she seated on an armchair in a black dress with her hair packed in a bun and a smile on her face, Leonidas was at her left wearing a white coat and black turtleneck sweater with black pants with his hair gelled backwards, Loukas was at the right wearing a green waistcoat and purple suit while Fani sat on one of the hands of the armchair in a light green gown, ma

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.

Alpha Darious, Spencer, and everyone else instantly tensed, backing away as their eyes widened in disbelief. With a twisted screech Percy’s torn form instantly reanimated each half rising as separate entities, both burning with the same dark aura. Asher immediately blocked Percy’s attack with one of his hands. During his struggle with the swirling darkness, Ronan’s eyes snapped to Asher, who was now fighting two Percys. Using his curse energy, Asher distracted one of the Percys and launched a brutal attack on the other, tearing open his head from the torso. However, the moment Percy dropped dead, another Percy arose from the fallen one. Now Asher had to fight three Percys.