Novel & Cerita Percy X Thalia

I held her hand tight, and I felt her squeeze my hand. the feeling of her reacting and squeezing my hand, shot my heart rate through the roof. I couldn't believe it was working. Her eyes fluttered open. Elio clasped his hands onto my shoulders in excitement from behind. I saw a flash of panic in Leila’s face and my heart sank. There was something wrong. She pulled her hand from mine and started clawing at the tube in her mouth and started thrashing around.

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

Narcissa handed little Cleon over to Athena, making everyone laugh. Narcissa hugged Athena, “Don’t feel bad, Thena; I will always be your best friend. My brother is mean, Tristan and I good, Azazel recently learned to talk,” Narcissa blurted out in one go, kissing Cleon. Athena cared about nothing; she saw Azazel as nothing but a big nasty bully.

“She used to sneak out and meet me at the ridge behind the training fields. We'd lie on our backs and talk about everything—how many pups we’d have, where we’d live, how we’d never seperate." I paused, throat dry. “She was hope. She was home. Every part of me belonged to her.” Hebathi was still silent, but I saw it—her jaw tight, the tiniest crack in her composure. “Is it Thalia?” she asked, quiet. Controlled. I looked at her. No point in hiding it now. “…Yes,” I said. “It’s Thalia.” Her eyes closed for a second. Her armor didn’t shift, but something behind it cracked. She opened her eyes and met mine again. Still waiting. Still listening.

Secrets, unresolved tensions, and the ever-present threat of betrayal lingered in the shadows. Despite her new role as Reed's mate and the future Luna of the Laufey pack, Thalia couldn't let go of the burning desire for revenge. The betrayal and heartbreak she felt from Brian and Mia haunted her, gnawing at her every thought. Their happiness had been a constant reminder of her pain, and now, with the power and influence that came with her new position, she planned to make them pay.

​"Long live High Alpha Lysander! Long live High Luna Thalia!" ​The thunderous cheers of millions of Lycans exploded all at once, violently shaking the heavy stone walls of the obsidian castle with a deafening, roaring echo. Thalia was officially crowned as the highest penguasa of the entire continent. ​Yet, in the very middle of that frenzied, chaotic noise, I could feel Lysander’s gaze darken once again with a hungry, feral lust. The man didn't give a damn about the cheers of his people. He instantly swept my body off the floor, catching me in a rough, possessive bridal carry.

"Thankyou. Whats your name?" "Emily." She whispers shyly. Her sister walks up to us and gives me a small grin. "Im Emma, this one's sister. Incase you couldnt tell." Her posture is much more confident. I act surprised. "No way, really?" She rolls her eyes but they sparkle with humour. "Whats yours?" "Thalia." "Like the daughter of Zeus? Percy Jackson?" Emma questions, excited, the sparkle in her pale green eyes increasing. I snort. "Yeah, my mom is a fan through and through. Im pretty sure if i had a brother he'd be named Percy. Or Leo."

Thalia spat, her voice laced with venom. But Fenrisa and Thalassa stood tall, united in their newfound strength. They had endured enough of Thalia's toxic influence and had finally found the resolve to break free. "We may have tolerated you until now, Thalia, but we refuse to let you define us any longer," Fenrisa declared, her voice firm with determination. "We will find our own paths, away from your manipulation and cruelty." Thalassa nodded in agreement, her voice resonating with unwavering bravery. "We deserve better than this, Thalia. We deserve genuine friendships built on mutual respect and kindness. We won't allow you to continue hurting others and tearing us down."

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.

I didn’t pay any heed to Zeth’s vexation who was growling nonstop and showed him the mirror of reality, “You still think that Shyla is in heat? I tended to her wounds, deliberately touched her bare skin and was just inches away from her. And instead of reciprocating my advances, she threatened to kick me in my nuts. Is she crazy? Or you mistook her as our Erasthai, Zeth?” My simple query activated my lycan’s monster mode, he forgot our brotherhood and snarled at me. “I am one hundred percent sure that Shyla is our Erasthai. Didn’t you notice that she is immune to your royal command at the dinner that night? Only a true Queen has the power to deny his fated King’s command, thankless human.” “