Naruto Son Of Rhea Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Selene’s POV I was trying to sleep, or at least pretend I could. The meeting had run late; Kieran left with the tension of it still sitting between us. He’d promised to come back before the moon set, but he isn't back yet and I guess there may have been a lot of back and forth during the meeting. I lay on my side, with my eyes open, replaying the elders’ faces in my head as if I was there with them. The Moon Goddess had spoken to both of us, and now the whole pack waited like coals under thin ash.

After all that, he finally acknowledged her as his subordinate! "Daddy, I'll work hard from now on. I won't let you down," Natalee said tearfully. She seemed determined to turn over a new leaf and regain her dignity as a human being. "Why do you keep calling me that? Stop crying, and stop calling me Daddy from now on. I don't have a daughter as old as you." Elio frowned. This was getting ridiculous. "I just got used to it. I know! Why don't you make me your goddaughter?" Natalee’s face spread into a smile. There were still tears on her beautiful face, making her even more alluring.

"You think you can take my place in Ralph's heart and Luna of this pack right? He hasn't taken his eyes off you the whole night … and I can also see that until I get rid of you. You will continue to be a pest in my way. But guess what? All this will end tonight. 'If putting my unborn child at risk would get me the people's sympathy, Then so be it.' She held my two hands firmly as I struggled to pull my hands from her grip. "What are you trying to do? Don't hurt me please." I said with tears in my eyes. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, in fact, you'll be the one hurting me instead." She said still holding my both hands firmly. Then gave me an evil smile and started screaming for help. "Serena,

"Do you know me?" "Of course! You are Katniss Johnson, the model I admire the most. When I grow up, I want to be like you," Rhea said while looking up with sparkling eyes. "Would you like to take a picture with me?" With a friendly curl of her lips, Katniss nodded before turning to the woman who was slightly older than her. "You are lucky to have such a sweet daughter, Madam." Not expecting to get a warm sentence, the woman who was holding her daughter's hand, laughed lightly.

Still, I pushed on. Then outta nowhere, a quiet yet sharp tug hit my skull. Like some tiny hatch deep in my thoughts got pushed open from within. My Moonlink was vibrating again. It was from Draven, my father. 'Rhea. Come home.' The voice was weak. Very weak. Even though it was silent, its effect made my steps falter. “Father? What happened?” I tried to reply via Moonlink, but my mind was scattered with fear. My moonlink vibrated again. 'Rhea, hurry. We don't have much time.'

That pissed me off and made me angry at first because I'd always imagined him having even the slightest resemblance_ was hoping he'd have my eyes or hair color when I was carrying him. Then when I woke up in Aurelia's body, I prayed my son would look like me so his face would hunt both Lucian and Stella forever but he had other plans because he looked nothing like me and had his father's entire face and structure. Lucian wanted the baby and the moon goddess support him fully in that decision like I didn't participate in the making. And Aiden?! I don't know what Aiden wants from Aurelia yet, but I'm sure he hates her guts so much.

“That’s actually a lot.” “Yes,” Rhea agreed. “It is.” She moved toward the door. “Tuesday lunch. I’ll tell Noah.” “Tell Noah to give himself a raise while you’re at it,” I called after her. She glanced back, that rare small smile breaking through. “He keeps refusing them.” “Tell him it’s from the Luna,” I said firmly. “He can’t refuse the Luna.” “I’ll tell him.” She left. I sat there in the study, the eastern territory papers forgotten, Niara glowing warm in my chest. Soren and Clara slipping away together on Tuesday. Me, pregnant. The whole damn household knowing before I did. Noah getting that raise whether he wanted it or not.

As if interpreting the confused look on my face, Kim says, “Uhh, people always wonder how Rhea can be my mother. She looks young, right? That’s because she is a witch. Just like you. She is actually eighty-nine years old….Yep, she is ancient.” I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of their sockets. What in the fountain of youth voodoo is all this? “Rhea is your mother?” I think I am beginning to sound redundant, but I can’t wrap my head around it. Kim sits down on the bed and motions for me to come sit next to her. I stroll over and take a seat by her side. “Yes. Rhea is my mother and Beta Mathias is my dad. I know my dad looks older than my mum, but he is actually much younger. She is a

She pressed a hand to her chest—bound flat—and closed her eyes. There was no more Rhea. Rhea had died the moment she fled Bloodmoon, the moment she chose a path that could end with her exposed, disgraced, or worse—dragged back into Branor’s claws. Her old name was soft, gentle, spoken only in her mother’s voice. But her mother was gone. The warmth of that memory only made her colder. Now, there was only Rian Greythorn, son of Garren. A boy with nothing to lose.

I open the door, my heart still thundering in my ears. “I saw your light. Couldn’t sleep?” “Nightmare.” She steps inside, curling up beside me on the bed without asking. “Want to talk about it?” “My mom. She said I was born for more than survival and she was bleeding, Rhea.” Rhea traces a pattern into the blanket with her finger. “Don't worry about anything. Everything will be fine. It just sounds like prophecy stuff.” She says in a reassuring tone. “I think it’s starting again. The next phase.”