Rhea Supergirl Novels & Stories

This made me scared. "Please, who are you?" I asked in the most polite way possible. I did not want to annoy the woman; she was unbalanced. "Ah, finally asking me the right question." She said, smiling. She cleared her throat, I knew it was all an act, but nonetheless, it made me more attentive. "I am Ruhun Daji, and my name is Kurwa, the spirit of nature, good fortune, bliss and wellness."

She could see different people, she glanced at each and everyone of them, one particular chocolate skinned girl who was in a black leather skirt and leather jacket, reminded Rhea of RM. RM short for Rosemary was Rhea's best friend, she loved all things leather and hated flowery dresses and heels, she was completely different from Rhea; Rhea missed her friend, RM had moved to California a few weeks ago since she got a job there, It had always been RM's dream to get away from her parents, since they were very confining.

Regards, A concerned person Rhea used her fake account so she can’t use her real name. It also makes sure that she’s not tied too much to the drama that’s about to unfold. Rhea sends the pictures of Munya and Anna and the screenshots of their conversations. Rhea really wants to know how this will play out. If it goes viral and a video comes out of Rebecca beating a naked Anna trying to run away then she would have achieved her goal. ****

It was the second child that she had lost over the years and tears ran down soundlessly on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes to sleep. Some hours later, her bodyguard came in silently, Rhea was used to fighting with him when she is angry. She listened to his footsteps and flew from her bed to the floor. She attacked him with her ice power, almost freezing him to death. She unconsciously removed the power and stood tall, trying to calm down. She composed herself and went by the window, feeling the breeze and calming herself. She felt the moonlight brushing gently her soft, pale eyes and skin. "It's done, my Queen." "Are they all dead?" Rhea asked in a firm tone. "Yes, my Queen."

Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks. ​Rhea moved with a desperate grace, trying to find a gap in the armor. She found it at the neck—a small patch of exposed, greyish flesh. But before she could strike, the Reaper’s other hand, a heavy crushing claw, closed around her waist. ​She gasped as the air was squeezed from her lungs. The "teeth" of the machine were literal—small, grinding gears within the claw that began to tear into her leather armor. ​"Rhea!" Elias’s voice screamed from the balcony.

Lena struggled harder, nails clawing at the woman’s armor. “Why are you doing this?! Who ARE you?!” The woman exhaled sharply, annoyed. “I suppose you deserve a name.” She stopped, letting Lena stand on her own, though she kept a tight grip on her wrist. Moonlight filtered through the trees, illuminating her sharp features. “My name is Rhea.” Lena’s breath hitched. “Are you… with the Citadel?” Rhea smirked. “Absolutely not. They’ve been trying to kill me for years.”

Her whisper was intimate, a promise that felt like a chain, and Alice’s scar pulsed—Mira was a cult hybrid, steering her toward Samuel’s ritual. A sharp laugh pierced the air. Rhea lounged on the bleachers, her dark braid coiled like a snake, her silver ring glinting with the crescent moon symbol. “Falling for it, Ashford?” she taunted, voice cold and cutting. “Samuel’s gonna love watching you burn.” Her eyes flicked to Mira, a smirk passing between them, but Rhea’s hunger was sharper, like she was carving her own role in the cult’s game. “You’re already theirs,” she added, leaning closer, her presence a jagged edge in Alice’s chest.

Tessa doesn't look convinced. “No improvement, I suppose.” I shake my head. “No improvement.” She focuses on her food. I don't want to talk about last night so I smile when Kelly arrives with my food. “Thank you, love.” “You're welcome.” “Oooohhh, look who we have here.” A loud voice cuts through the atmosphere. What follows is laughter and giggles from the rest of the girls in the cafeteria. “It's the fuck champion.” “Rhea Anderson of Fuck Nation. Don't you love how that name just suits her!”

I asked filled with disbelief. “I need you to help her find peace Sylvia!!” She said holding my hands, her eyes pleading. "This is all I can do for her; help her find peace!! "She said as she fades away, her voice echoing.. I looked around and found myself in the forest. I saw Rhea dressed in long flowing gown, she looks exceptionally beautiful and I could hear her conversation with the Jerk. I heard her tell him that she’s his mate. I knew immediately I got there that that is not the real Rhea but the SIRENDRA. If they are talking about mate, then it means that Rick is not human___.

“And you know that because?” “She’s my friend?” It came out as a question. “Yeah, she’s my friend.” The woman nodded in Azura’s direction before speaking. “Princess Valeria, Princess Hannah,” she greeted, keeping her head straight. Surprisingly, she didn’t bow. Even Azura, who was going to become the next oracle, had bowed before me. So, why didn’t this woman? “My name is Rhea, and I have been sent to help you on your quest to get rid of the god of destruction.”