Thalia Booktok Novels & Stories

“So I'll look for a way. Now that I have the title of both Alpha and Luna to myself, I'll manipulate Slias and get him to start a war with the Montgomery pack.” “And if he doesn't listen?” “Oh he will, I'll make sure of it,” Thalia said with an evil smile on her face and walked towards the window. ** Montgomery pack ** “Remember what Selene said about me…” “Us.” “Yeah sorry, I was going to find a witch to help me revive Monica's spirit fully?” Marietta said looking at Harley. “Vividly,” “She gave us a deadline to how long the piece of Monica’s spirit in me would last.”

"You have become calmer. Therefore, could you tell me a brief identity about yourself like you told me last night? Then also give us an explanation of your relationship with the rogues until your escape that ended up in the Celestial Dawn pack. Tell us everything." Thalia put down the partially steeped green tea. She looked at us in turn. Before starting to tell her story, she took a long pause. "I, Thalia Everhart, am a prisoner in the rogue pack. I am currently twenty years old. I have no memories of my childhood. At that time, when I was twelve years old, I suddenly woke up in a prison cell in the rogue pack. I don't remember anything other than my name." "I overheard the rogue warriors t

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.

"The one place I come to be left alone." Thalia’s breath hitched, her blue eyes flickering with something between fear and regret. She wrung her hands together, shifting on her feet like she wanted to run but knew better. I stepped closer, towering over her. "And yet, here you are. A mere Omega, trespassing in my sanctuary." I tilted my head, watching her reaction. She flinched, her lips parting as though she wanted to argue—but instead, she pressed them into a pout, her face painted with worry.

The silence in Orion’s private library was a living thing, thick and heavy with the scent of old paper, leather, and beeswax. Thalia, the new archivist, knew she was trespassing. This sanctum was forbidden to all but the Alpha himself, but the lure of centuries-old knowledge had been too potent to resist. Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum.

"If you give me my bag, I can show it to you." "How?" He raised a deliciously perfecf brow, "will you take me to your world or something?" "I can show you the magic book at least," So drawn to the prince, Thalia's determination to escape was diminishing at a rapid pace. Also, going back to her world was the last thing she wanted now. There was nothing for her there except pain, trauma and fear. Three days have passed since she disappeared and her stepfather must be searching for her now. His face was the last thing she wanted to see. That's why despite how scary this place was, at least here, she could immerse herself in something that wasn't real.

he repeated curtly. Thalia seemed oblivious to Lucas' desire for silence as she excitedly rushed to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and exclaimed, "I've been looking for this book for so long! I never expected you'd have it here, Lucas! Can I read this book here? Don't worry, I promise not to speak and disturb you." Since Thalia wanted to read in the study, Lucas could not bring himself to kick her out. He nodded reluctantly and returned his attention to the documents in front of him.

I said, and we both laughed loudly. “Thank you so much Lyra.” Thalia said then pulled me into a deep hug. I started coughing violently. “I can't breathe Thalia.” I joked, and we laughed even louder. << After getting Thalia dressed and sending her off to the Court Hall. I pulled out the book I had gotten from the book store when I stepped out a while ago, and placed it inside her drawer. Then I brought out Midnight Howls from the same drawer. I flipped to where I stopped the last time I read the book.

Thalia's POV: I'm back in the bus on time, and gladly none of the teachers notice my absence. But the situation in my bathroom is still forefront in my mind. I clearly remembered having the alpha use his tone on me, yet I spoke everything just like i wanted to. For the most part, I'm still busy processing it, but then it suddenly kicks me. My eyes widen at my own thoughts. I turned to look at Hera, who is reading a book beside me. Unfortunately, Alara is seated up in the front for the whole ride.

Thalira's POV: I spent weeks preparing for the Red Moon Rite — the sacred night I was supposed to meet my fated mate. Instead, my sister destroyed my face before I ever got the chance. **** A soft knock echoed through my room just as I slipped beneath my blankets. My brows knitted into a deep frown. Who could it be? The Red Moon Rite was only two weeks away, and every unmated She-wolf in the pack had been ordered to sleep early, eat well, and prepare herself for the night she might finally meet her fated mate.