Percy X Thalia Novels & Stories

“Are you people going somewhere?” Thalia asked her and then went ahead to pinch the cheeks of the little munchkin girls, “Look at you two! My two little angels.” She pecked their foreheads. “And what about me?” Thalia giggled when she heard Sebastian behind her, “how do I look?” He brushed his hand through his hair like a newly turned teenage boy. “You look like a prince just like your d… da… Mimi.” Poor her wanted to say just like your dad but had to stop when she saw Elara glaring at her.

Mom, promise me you’ll think about it. You can train, and yes, I will think about it. Now, tell me what else I should know? After she left, I called Makarius. Victoria, everything okay? Yes, I said, taking a deep breath. Cadmus had a trip, and I’m a little off, chuckled. Anyway, Thalia wants to train with Abrax. Makarius, take it slow; it seems like she is coming around for you. Thalia’s anger is deep, and she needs to release it or something bad will happen. She is very powerful, and the spirits protect her. Sometimes I see them around her, flickering shadows by her side when she is upset, or the way the lights in a room shift just a little when she passes. They warn her of danger, and once

Thalia spotted Jysa, flittering about the party like a butterfly, talking to every guest and ensuring they all had a drink in their hand. Dionysus latest squeeze. Atleast that's what people were talking about. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Hera talking to a minor goddess she didn't know, just playing her part. It didn't surprise her at all. Her sister Clio was dressed in her dark clothes, stood next to some nymph, dressed in sunshine yellow, chatting away like they were best friends despite their polar opposite appearances. It's funny.

Making her pull back to look into his eyes "What's wrong? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" "It's nothing. I wasn't expecting to see you here. Are you alone? Where is Hale?" "Tanner had court. I'm meeting up with Jess. If I'd known you were..." "Darling, did you wait long?" Someone asked. It took a moment for Thalia to see the set of red nails curled around Gideon's bicep and another for the woman's words to sink in. Did she just call him darling? "Honey, who is this?" *********************************************

Eris gracefully slid into Adonis’s lap as he took his seat on the grand Alpha throne at the center of the pulpit, wrapping her arms around his neck. She looked down at me from her high perch, her beautiful features devoid of a single bit of the warmth she had shown me just hours before in my bedroom. “It’s time to go, Thalia,” she said softly, almost sweetly. Hearing her voice alone made my skin crawl as anger exploded in my veins. I didn't have a wolf, sure, but I still had nails to scratch her eyes out. Without warning, I lunged toward the steps of the pulpit, my fingers curled into claws, fully intending to rip her smug face right off her skull.

When the angel turn her head and finally revealed her face, everyone remembers her differently. Lucian remembers her as her mother, who gave birth to him and somehow was taken away from him all those decades ago. Darius remembers her as the mother of Theodora, wife of Norcia a dark creature who was a slave to Assorthan. Lucifer identified her as Mother destiny, the one he and Althea met when she was little. Althea called her as mother by mistake.

"Perhaps that is her karma for stealing other people's happiness." Thalia's lips curled up involuntarily. She raised her eyes, fake tears streaming down her cheeks. "However, I still feel guilty. Every time I think about it, I feel tortured." Hearing Thalia's fabricated story, Yuriel's body shook with rage. She intended to call her a liar and a hypocrite! She couldn't, however. Thalia would definitely kill her if she recognized her as Yuriel Scott. Furthermore, Aleandro would strangle her for impersonating her wife in order to obtain 20 trillion.

"Every time I correct your posture, you will count. If you lose track, we start again." "One... ah! Two! Three, Beatrice, Please!" Thalia wailed, her face pressed against the cold mahogany. Beatrice set the ruler aside and reached for a small, leather-bound crop she kept hidden in the desk drawer. She didn't hold back. The leather whistled through the air, biting into Thalia's skin with a precision that left thin, vibrant lines of fire. Thalia was sobbing now, her body bucking against the desk, her fingers clawing at the wood as she was consumed by the intensity of the pain and the terrifying, electric arousal blooming in her pussy.

He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a low, grave warning that sent a chill straight down my spine. "Thalia is not some common omega girl that you can just push away whenever you get bored or distracted. She is a royal princess of the northern pack. Have you forgotten why you are in this position in the first place? You chose her yourself three years ago. You came to me, knelt before my throne, and begged me to approve this alliance. You signed the papers with your own blood, so you cannot simply push her out of your bed now because a pretty tutor smiled at you."

He’d heard whispers of an Omega becoming Luna — and Thalia, this mysterious beauty with haunted eyes, was the key to unraveling it. He took in one last look, watching her with a mix of admiration and longing he couldn’t quite name. She would never know he’d been here, that he’d risked everything just for a glimpse. It was foolish, maybe, but he needed to know if there was any truth to the rumor that she, an Omega, could rise to lead. If only Zephry saw her for who she really was — a survivor, a warrior veiled in elegance. "Thalia Redfield, of the Nightshades Pack," he murmured under his breath, her name holding weight as he retreated into the fog-shrouded night.