Thalia Booktok Novels & Stories

"But eventually, you get tired of hearing the infomercials. You turn it off, you cry until your ribs hurt, and then you wake up the next day and realize you're still breathing. The city helps, too. There are eight million people here, Thalia. That means there are eight million versions of a life you haven't lived yet. You get to pick a new one." Thalia looked at Chloe, really looked at her. There was a raw, resilient human spark in her brown eyes. She didn't possess the predatory grace of a werewolf or the intoxicating, ancient allure of Elena, but she had a grounded, stubborn warmth that felt like a lifeline. For the first time in months, Thalia felt the tight, suffocating knot in her chest

he finally heard the faint click of her bedroom latch. He turned around, prepared to tease her for taking forever only to forget how to speak for half a second. Thalia stepped out slowly, nervously adjusting the hem of her pleated beige skirt as if trying to hide in it. She wore a soft ivory cropped cardigan over a sky-blue satin cami, paired with white platform sneakers and ruffled ankle socks. Her hair was half-up with a cream ribbon tying it loosely, a few strands framing her cheeks in a way that made her look almost too soft for the world.

I said. Pythia took a deep breath, "Yes, I knew. It was hard to tell her but I promised I wouldn't tell anyone." Pythia replied. "I figured and I respect that but I want to see if there is some way to heal her and maybe Olivia as well." I said looking at her. "I've already looked. I haven't found anything in any of our books unfortunately. It could be something that we speak with Athea about, maybe she can help." Pythia replied shaking her head. I was a little bummed out that she didn't find anything and she had a point, we may not be able to do something like that but Athea might. "I'll speak with her the next time I see her. The two of them deserve that much at least." I said. "I agree wit

They were all laughing and I fought the urge to bang her head into the table but she was Thalia Flinch, daughter of Alpha Flinch, the infamously ruthless and powerful alpha of the north, insanely wealthy and shady, it would be like digging my own grave. “Please, leave me alone.” I whispered as I began to flip through the pages of my note. She suddenly grabbed my bag and rummaged through it. I tried taking it but her minions blocked me. “That doesn't belong to you! Give it back!” I yelled in despair as she got a hold of my diary, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Give it back to her Thalia!” A familiar voice commanded. Xyla walked in, red-faced and angry. She looked at me apologetically and

Thalia whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Nikolai hesitated, caught in the spell of her vulnerability. Sensing his hesitation, Thalia stepped closer into his space. She leaned up and kissed him again—a soft, deliberate press of her lips that tasted like an invitation—while her fingers found the top button of his shirt. One by one, she parted the linen, her knuckles brushing against the hard planes of his chest, revealing his well-defined abs. When she slid her palms over his warm skin, Nikolai let out a low, guttural groan.

“Take a chill pill, Milena. It's nothing.” “You know my name?” I lift my head, blinking in confusion. “Foolish of you to ask.” “Forgive me, but…” My voice halts in my throat as recognition freezes me. Princess Zlata, sister of the cruel Alphas. Her white intricately braided hair, woven in a crown that circled the top of her head, gave her out easily, but I was lost to notice. She has grown attractive. “I’m mad your brain is slow.” She pouts, her hands hugging her chest. Dramatically.

“Where did you find this?” She flipped through the pages excitedly, eyes shining like she had just discovered treasure. I stood there, speechless. Is this how humans act? “It’s… um, I found it in this room,” I finally managed to say. “I’m Thalassa, by the way.” She didn’t even give me time to breathe. She dropped the book on the bed and rushed toward me instead. Before I could react, her hands were on my cheeks. “Nice to meettt you!” she said happily. “You are one cute little kitten!”

Eliza didn’t need to open her eyes to know where she was. She shivered from the cool pre-dawn dew that settled thick on her bare flesh as she slowly sat up. Although not as horrendous as the month before, sledgehammers steadily banged against the interior of her skull as her surroundings slowly came into focus. Her mouth was so parched that it felt like it was lined with sandpaper. She struggled to produce sufficient saliva to moisten it enough for her tongue to move freely.

Only Cali didn’t seem the least bit bothered, and I held my breath as I waited for her response. “Well as much as I appreciate the loyalty, Damian isn’t my boyfriend. The conversation you heard at the cabin. That was the first time I had ever spoken to the man. Alpha Tristan Leroux?” she questioned and I nodded for her to continue, having no idea what she was saying. “He’s my true mate. I’m the Luna of Blackrock. I didn’t want to say that and have them hike the asking price to something completely unrealistic.” I tried to take that in, Cali was the Luna, mated to Alpha. “But you don’t have the Alpha aura.” I uttered trying to piece it together.

Maybe she’d tell me to stay. One evening, unable to sleep, Thalia slips into the pack’s small, shadowed library. She curls up in a battered high-backed chair, book balanced on her knees, toes warmed by the fire. The quiet is a balm. The only sound is the gentle crack and hiss of logs splitting. She loses herself in the words, forgetting for a while to check for threats.