Cronus Rhea Novels & Stories

Rhea folded her arms. “He’s destabilizing again. Keep your aura close to him or he’ll spiral.” Elias turned sharply toward her. “That’s killing her.” Rhea didn’t blink. “It’s keeping him alive.” Elias took a step forward, fists clenched. “And what happens when he drains her dry?” he hissed. “She’s not a fuel source.” Rhea shot back: “She’s the original stabilizer gene. She’s literally BUILT to hold him together. Like she holds YOU together.”

"You're…" Ross was still in a daze. Rhea looked into his eyes and rhythmically flicked the bottle, "I'm Rhea, your friend and master." "My friend and my master?" Ross frowned, looking and feeling uncomfortable. "Yes, I'm your friend and master. Do you remember who you are?" Rhea asked. "I'm Ross, the Yudonian prince." He remembered who he was but was puzzled about Rhea's identity. Rhea nodded. "That's right. You're the prince. What are you doing in Hyderland?"

ended. "Where is the Cradle?" Rhea asked, her voice as cold as the ice beneath her feet. Silas pointed toward the highest peak, shrouded in a permanent, swirling mist of black smoke. "Follow the hunger, Rhea Mooncrest. It will lead you to the only throne that fits." She didn't say goodbye. She turned and stepped onto the ice, her heart finally going still. She was no longer Rhea the Omega, Rhea the sister, or Rhea the mate. She was the Ruin, and the night was just beginning to fall.

Callisto doesn't even realize that he's releasing some of his orgasm, making her slipperier. “That's it, my King…” Rhea moans loudly, throwing her head back, surrendering to the brutal pace he lays down. “Oh, I feel so good…” Callisto holds her by the neck, while his other hand stays firmly on her thigh, leaving her legs up, spread wide enough for him to slide in and out in this merciless rhythm. With his eyes glowing an intense yellow, he growls against Rhea's ear, releasing pheromones so strong that they make her explode in an intense orgasm, that makes her small body shudders, shaking all over.

Cronus then turned away as Rhea pretended to sob in grief. Later, the goddess stole down the mountainside to the swinging golden cradle, and took her son down into the field of Mount Dikte in Crete. There the child was raised in secrecy where he was nursed by nymphs on the milk of the goat Amaltheia and guarded by the warrior Curetes who drowned out the sound of his crying with their shield-clashing battle-dance. Rhae promised them that their sheep would never be eaten by wolves and their fields would always yield wonderful harvest. Then she left her baby.

With a large breath I felt my canines return and my claws retract. “Okay” I said firmly, eying Gunner. He nodded his head and also crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay then, Lunaya, how did you find Zelena, after all these years?” Cole asked, he was now acting as a mediator. “We had only just arrived at Luna Eclipse when the news of the Triple Goddess came from their scouts. Upon our arrival, I told the Luna Eclipse Alpha that I am descended from Rhea, the first female Alpha. If you know your history well, you will know that Rhea was a descended daughter of Selene. The Alpha took me to the pack Seer, it was her that said she was alive and that she was my child” I answered him while maintai

“We don’t have all day. The sun is already coming out and we still have to gather our warriors for today’s movement.” Rhea walked up to the freezer slowly and stared at the body of Steve that was still struggling to get its freedom from its temporary prison. “Melias Sidente supelè cristis. Rhea Damon.” Rhea watched as Steve shrieked and held his head in his hands in pain. A white light burst out from his being shooting the roof of the building open and illuminating the whole world for a split second. Everywhere went quiet immediately after and Layla tapped Rhea on the shoulder.

Her whisper was intimate, a promise that felt like a chain, and Alice’s scar pulsed—Mira was a cult hybrid, steering her toward Samuel’s ritual. A sharp laugh pierced the air. Rhea lounged on the bleachers, her dark braid coiled like a snake, her silver ring glinting with the crescent moon symbol. “Falling for it, Ashford?” she taunted, voice cold and cutting. “Samuel’s gonna love watching you burn.” Her eyes flicked to Mira, a smirk passing between them, but Rhea’s hunger was sharper, like she was carving her own role in the cult’s game. “You’re already theirs,” she added, leaning closer, her presence a jagged edge in Alice’s chest.

Dominic says, his voice flat and dismissive, as if he were describing a piece of office furniture. Rhea forces a small, trembling bow. "I’m Rhea Voss." Marcus’s lips curl into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He nods, a silent acknowledgment that he’s just found a new weakness to exploit. Dominic leans in, his lips brushing Rhea’s ear in a way that looks intimate but feels like ice. "Stand straight, Fragile," he hisses, for her ears alone. "And remember... if you sit or bend the wrong way, that silk will ride up. Give these men a show, and I promise you’ll wish you had never been born."

If it was going to hit the fan or the door then Aza wanted to be close to defend her girly. Cronos came forward exclaiming, "Rhea! What are you doing here? How did you find me?" "Relax Cronos. I am not here to hurt you, your mate, or your child. I want to help you all but there is something I want first." Rhea said calmly as he looked at the man who had done what he must to keep his word to her.