Cronus Rhea Novels & Stories

“Well Sachi told me you’re no fraud, but just know I’ll want a demonstration later on” He nodded his head. “Good” and she stood up. Takashi’s eyes went wide, but he was subtle. No one seemed to notice, but Geiru was giving him a dirty look, and he could feel the anger radiating off her. But it wasn’t his fault. When the woman was just… “I’m Megumi Hirose leader of Phantom” she said rounding the table and in her hand was a gun. “What’s your name?” “Geiru”.

They turned. Rhea stood there, her head lowered. Her hair hung wild over her face, hands trembling. Slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes glowed crimson. Not violet. Not purple. Pure, consuming red. Alder’s voice broke in a whisper. “Oh gods… he’s inside her.” Rhea—no, Khaenat—smiled. The Crimson Vessel had awakened. ---

Muscles corded her arms; her gaze was sharp and assessing. Rhea. Beta’s sister. One of the pack’s most respected fighters. Her eyes flicked over the warriors, then landed on me. “Luna,” she said, giving me a short, respectful dip of her head—more than they would give a human servant, less than they gave the Alpha. “To what do we owe the honor?” “I keep hearing that,” I replied. “That it’s an honor just for me to stand somewhere.” Rhea’s gaze slid down, taking in my trousers, tunic, and boots, then back up. One eyebrow arched with the faintest hint of amusement.

He paused before continuing, "You already know the Rhea," "What are you talking about?" "According to the research, across the whole 100 packs in this world, there are only three Rheas," my heart thud heavily against my chest. Maybe another person, I just wished. "One is from the Northern pack beside the Crescent mountain and she was just born yesterday night," I sighed at the information, Daemon can't possibly be mated to a child that just came in last night. "And the other one is in Moonlight pack and around eight years old,"

Rhea stopped at the base of the dais and Selene’s eyes tracked her - still silent, still cold. “You saw me once,” Rhea said, her voice clear, cutting through the silence with the weight of old truths. “When the others only saw shadows. You looked at me and didn’t flinch.” The gold in Selene’s eyes flickered - just a quiver beneath the stillness. Rhea took a breath, slow and deliberate, her next words threaded with defiance and longing. “See me again.” For a moment, nothing changed, then a sound - sharp and wet - split the air as the crown cracked. A thin fracture raced through the silver thorns, spidering outward like lightning frozen in metal.

It carried a tray with three glowing vials—one green, one red, one black—each pulsing with unnatural light. The figure approached the cage and uncorked the green vial first. With terrifying gentleness, it held the glass to the wolf’s mouth. Circe thrashed violently, her white fur catching the torchlight like moonfire. This was the first time Lydia had seen her wolf in full color. Circe had always been a deep brown—large, strong, grounded. But now… she was massive. Nearly twice the size Lydia remembered, her fur a rare, glistening snow-white. An ancient color. A sacred one.

Her fingers still tingled from channeling that much raw earth-heat, the new patch of wall warm under her palm, the curse pushed back there—for now. “Fine,” she said. “But if there’s a crusade, it’s not mine alone.” Rhea’s gaze flicked to Orion, who was stalking the wall-walk, checking for new hairline cracks, giving clipped praise and sharper orders. “His shoulders are broad,” Rhea murmured. “But they’re not that broad. They never were. We just liked to pretend.” Luna swallowed. Old anger and newer pity twisted together. “I’m not here to take his title,” she said quietly.

She practically flaunted it in front of her. Adriana sat down on the leathered Chair which was in front of her study table after she had carefully placed the laptop on the stable. She turned it on and after Imputing her fingerprint, Scanning her retina, and Imputing her Password which happened to be her mom's birthday but well, no one knew about this not even her mom herself. The Laptop was successfully turned on and ready to go after she went through all this security stuffs. Soon, Riana's fingers started flying on the keyboard as she started typing some complicated codes, and soon she successfully hacked into a gallery That contained several pictures and videos of the class bully Angela b

“Greetings, Luna Séraphine”. Rita said, with an obvious urgency in her voice. ‘How dare a mere Omega head servant treat me like trash before?’. I thought, and was certain that I was not going to let her off the hook. I would rather die again and go through the pain of death and hell, rather than for me to let her go freely. “Don't just stand there… quick. Do as our Luna Séraphine has said and call the pack's doctor immediately!”. Rita said, then she hurried to the sofa and held onto the asleep Kelly.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak