Novel & Cerita Rhea Supergirl

After several hours of running, just before dawn, Saya collapses among some rocks near a mountainous area, creating an invisible protective bubble around her. Carrie, who had been wandering those parts searching for herbs, spots Saya just as she transforms back into Selene and falls unconscious a few meters away. She recognizes her Uriel’s granddaughter, her brother's kin, the Luna of the Redwood Wolves, the one Carla and Augusto want dead at all costs to prevent her from giving the alpha Connor an heir.

His posture and expression relaxed slightly. “Your face,” he said. “You look just like her. Your blue eyes when you used your powers, too, it was just like hers. I also knew your name. We knew from the beginning that your name would be Rhea. Veronica could affect you in the womb, and you basically told us your name would be Rhea.” I smiled again, trying not to think about how weird that sounded. What did that even mean? I decided not to think too hard about it.

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro

Still, this would be the first time for Hera to see Rebekah. After she set the paper bags on the table, she turned to face Leonard with a deadpan face. “Hera–let me introduce you. This is Rebekah Webb, this is Leon, and this is Rica. Guys–this is Hera.” He smiled. His heart beat faster in slight anxiety. “Hello! My name is Rica! I’m 5 years old!” Rica bounced up towards Hera, gazing up at her in amazement. “Big sister Hera, you’re so pretty!”

The hairs on the back of my head stood on end and I would have much preferred for Jake to have been seated closer to me, instead his seat was at the far end of the class. "Alright, we have a new student in this class," Mrs. Sally pointed out while turning to the vampire. "Travis, don't hesitate to come to me after school if you need assistance, or you can ask Rhea for help. She is exceptionally proficient at this subject." She pointed at me. "Thank you," he uttered to the teacher and smiled at me. His smile wasn't menacing, or arrogant, or even dangerous. It was friendly.

Amon said softly as she eyes alternated between Atarah and Tiana. "No, we were a bit late cause we were preparing the wine." Atarah answered and then her eyes travelled to the beautiful blue haired that hugged Amon's arm. She looked like she was the same age as Erza or maybe younger, she wasn't sure. "And who is this?" Atarah asked with a smile as politely as she could, she was expecting Amon to answer but the young girl lowered her head to greet. "I'm Eve, I'm Amon little sister." Her voice was rather soft and filled with pure honesty.

Exactly what Isabelle had predicted. “Told you,” Isabelle said, her arms crossed, though her eyes were still drawn to the screen. “She’s a saint. Boring, spotless, predictable.” Rhea ignored her, scrolling, clicking deeper, searching with the precision of a predator following a scent. Then, suddenly her breath hitched. “There,” she gasped. Isabelle leaned closer, squinting at the screen. “What am I looking at?” Rhea’s smile widened, wicked and gleaming. She tapped the screen with a manicured nail. “Here. Do you see the gap?”

My room was exactly how I’d left it. Small. Dim. Mine. The bed creaked as I dropped my bag onto it. I headed straight for the bathroom, already pulling my shirt over my head as I walked. Rhea had made herself at home on my mattress, sitting cross-legged with a piece of paper in her hands. “Look!” she said, holding up her drawing. “This is the T-Rex! I gave him fangs like a wolf.” I peeked from the bathroom door and grinned. “He’s terrifying. You’re getting too good at this.”

He was still hyper and sharp, but a little more calmer than before. “You’ve changed,” I said quietly my tone soft. “So have you,” she shot back instantly, eyes flicking to my chest like she could see straight through me. I stiffened. She noticed. Rhea leaned back on her palms. “Okay. But before we get to… whatever that was, you’re not dodging my questions. Start talking.” I sighed. “You first. Healer program. What did they do to you? Give me the full gists..” Rhea left for a healers program a few months ago to pursue her ambition of becoming full on healer of the pack.

RIVER Rhea stared at me like I had just told her the moon goddess was not real. Or maybe not that since she wasn't a werewolf or anything. Did the children of the night pay heed to the moon goddess? Was that how it worked? "Because everyone wants to have sex with me," she said simply, like it was the most obvious fact in the universe and I was just too dumb to understand it. Probably. I blinked. "Well... I'm not everyone, Rhea. I don't want to have sex with you."