Percy X Thalia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My tone darkened as I bored my gaze into her soul expecting her to flinch but she showed no sign if fear. “I should be telling you the same. Keep off Xanthea.” she said and was about to Turn when I grabbed her the hands “I don't think you understand at all” I said, my nails digging into her skin. “Xanthea is mine, he’s going to make me his Luna and I'll make him my shepherd,whoever tries to stop me..” I said while digging more Into her glassy skin, her blood soaked in my nail but I don't mind.

“You fell on your own, and despite trying to take her down even after you lost the fight and she was declared winner, you chose to go after her. If you were alive you would have been punished for it, do you know that? Athena is my wife now, she’s the love of my life and I do hope that you understand that.” Zara stood not believing that I spoken to her that way. But I had no intention of lying in my reality let alone my dream. Athena was mine now, and not even she, Zara could get me to change my mind about her. I stared at Zara and saw her demeanour change. Anger morphed into her expression and it was the same look she had when Athena won the fight but wasn’t looking at her. Zara tried to run

You take that away from me and I'm more on Tally's level now. I pressed my back firmly against the wall and had my legs climb against Percy. He used his free hand and wedged it between my thighs pushing my legs apart and causing them to fall. I was desperately trying to escape him. I won't let this happen. I won't let Alester have his wish. Percy pulled at my underwear causing the lace to slowly tear apart.

He thought to himself and smiled to himself. Queen Thalia looks at him and sees him smiling. "Hmm, looks like he is enjoying the view of the beautiful mermaids who were showcasing themselves, oh, I just hope he forgets about Alyssa and marries one of the mermaids, I will never let you make the same mistake that I made Pontius, I love you," queen Thalia thought to herself.

Isadora has to choose between saving her family and protecting the Duke she’s come to care for, between the world she was born into and the one she’s beginning to understand. No — that was Version 2.9, written during a month when she’d been reading too many spy novels, when she thought every character needed a secret agenda. In Version 4.1, Thalia is loyal to Caelen above all else — he saved her from the burning village of Oakhaven, pulled her from the flames when her own family left her to die. She serves him not out of duty, but out of devotion, and would kill anyone who tried to harm him or the woman he’s chosen.

Cara paused and heaved a sigh. "Oh really?" Percy clapped and laughed. "You are trying to put the victim blame on me now! You know why I hate you so much? " He shouted and grabbed her hand. Because your family ruined my happiness! Your whore mother made my mother seem like nothing, and she didn't have enough. She wants the throne too, and she is not going to get that because you don't know, " Percy tightened his grip on Cara's hand, and even when she cried out in pain, he ignored her. "You don't know what I have in store for you. I'll make life terrible for you until you beg for mercy! Until I pay your mother back, I won't rest and make sure you regret ever agreeing to this marriage. "

But Thalia believed in fate, not today but tomorrow, but someday she will be alright and survive it all. Thalia rubbed her chafed wrists where Carter had touched her before while in the dungeon. "Well, maybe, a spoiled rich brat doesn't know that once I get out of this pack's territory, I'm dead meat. So will be anyone else who has no place to go to. I am an orphan with no family and no relatives. I've got no education, money, or savings." The more she spoke, the more her voice thickened. "Unlike you, I don't have an overprotective brother who will save my ass if I ever get myself entangled in any kind of trouble." Then she shrugged helplessly as she looked Alex in his eye. "Worse of all, Ma

None of it. Four years ago, when Thalia still smiled. Before the whispers. Before the curse. Before death stained her name. She used to dance barefoot in the training fields after hours, sunlight in her auburn hair, mischief in her faded green eyes. I used to pretend to train longer just to watch her from afar. Thalia. The Alpha’s first daughter. Royalty. Fierce. Brave. Wild. She wasn't born an Omega. She was made one after the death of her mother. Thalia was everything I wasn’t allowed to want, but I did anyway. I loved her.

Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his breath filling the room as everyone watched in astonishment. “My mate,” Thalia echoed, and their lips collided, tasting each other as if the world had melted away. Lydia felt like her world was crumbling beneath her. How could her mate be Thalia? She clutched her heart, feeling that something was wrong—very wrong. This wasn't supposed to be; his scent was strong in front of Lydia. Circe woke up again. “Mate,” she called, and all eyes turned to her. Her dad looked at her questioningly.

“Fiona, please. Tell me. I’m dying to know.” Fiona leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper, her lips brushing close to Thalia’s ear. She spoke slowly, carefully, ensuring every word sank deep. As Fiona whispered, Thalia’s eyes widened. Her breath hitched. A smile spread across her face, slow, wicked, triumphant. By the time Fiona finished, Thalia let out a breathless laugh and wrapped her arms around her. “Oh my god,” Thalia said. “You’re a genius. This is brilliant. If we pull this off, Serena will be completely destroyed. Jayden will have no choice but to turn away from her.”