Thalia Fanart Novels & Stories

He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a low, grave warning that sent a chill straight down my spine. "Thalia is not some common omega girl that you can just push away whenever you get bored or distracted. She is a royal princess of the northern pack. Have you forgotten why you are in this position in the first place? You chose her yourself three years ago. You came to me, knelt before my throne, and begged me to approve this alliance. You signed the papers with your own blood, so you cannot simply push her out of your bed now because a pretty tutor smiled at you."

Past Thalia entered into the lair of spirits which welcomed her with an unusual darkness. Everywhere was dark. Much darker than it use to be. Although, her eyes had managed to capture the Martian seal which kept glowing in the thick darkness in front of her. It looked like a pearl, carved into his forehead. She knew who was standing, and she could already feel the aura of his threats rallying around her even before he open his mouth. Lately, he seemed to be quite suspicious about her. He warned Rikas to be careful not to disclose any part of their training to her, but Rikas trust her more than anyone else. There is no secrets he can keep away from her.

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She stands beside me now, dressed in a blue silk gown, diamonds gracing her neck. She looks beautiful. But not as beautiful as Athena. The thought slams into me. I still. Shake my head sharply. Where the fuck did that come from? “Theresa.” Admiral Joal, one of the Naval Commanders I had been speaking with, smiles at her. She offers him a polite smile but rubs her shoulder flirtatiously against mine. Theresa Holland. One of the captains directly under my brother’s command. Rumored to be his loyal spy. And probably his whore too.

SELENE POV The night comes, and I finally gave up as I look forward to too sleepy to continue sitting on the sofa while I was going to sleep everywhere. Had just left with him to give me zero explanations! In reflection, what gave me the right to think I have shown an explanation yet? Thalia was a member of his East Coast, and not only one, was the sister of his Lord version, have a Lord home when melanie without a family.

Maya couldn't help but notice the profound difference. Elena’s skin had always been perfectly smooth but perpetually cold, like carved marble. Thalia's hands were warm, human, and full of pulsing vitality. "Then don't use color," Thalia murmured, her voice dropping to a soft, intimate register. Maya looked up to find Thalia standing incredibly close. Thalia’s eyes drifted to Maya's lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her gaze with a fierce, quiet intensity. "And don't paint her. Paint something new. Paint... us. Paint the days we used to laugh until our stomachs hurt. I'm still here, Maya. I've always been here, waiting for you to notice."

I used the elevator and got back to my room, I bolted my door, and slumped on my bed, exhausted and filled with delicious meals, my dessert flashed into my memory and I smacked my head in regret, I missed out on the lovely-looking pie. I wonder if Juanita is aware that I am in my room right now. The door opened and I thought it would be Juanita but it wasn't. "Alpha Tistan!" I got up and bowed, my eyes shining brightly and my heart racing. I raised my head and caught him staring intently at me, is he having the same feelings as me? The admiration in his eyes suddenly snapped and changed to that of anger." You are the future Luna of Golden Stone pack, get that into your empty skull and try wo

“I failed. I failed. I failed. Now I die. Now I die. Now I die.” “Why were you going to take my pup?” I demand. Tallen smiles and leans forward on the chain, giggling as she foams at the mouth, “A secret surprise.” She suddenly pops her head up, and all the laughter and songs are long gone. Instead of bright, caring eyes, I see lilac ones full of hatred, just like Klaus described when he told me about Thalia. “Thalia?” I growl through gritted teeth, praying that Neah would stay back.

“Are you people going somewhere?” Thalia asked her and then went ahead to pinch the cheeks of the little munchkin girls, “Look at you two! My two little angels.” She pecked their foreheads. “And what about me?” Thalia giggled when she heard Sebastian behind her, “how do I look?” He brushed his hand through his hair like a newly turned teenage boy. “You look like a prince just like your d… da… Mimi.” Poor her wanted to say just like your dad but had to stop when she saw Elara glaring at her.

Paul—or whoever he was—lay there with his throat opened up, eyes staring at the ceiling in a permanent state of shock. Words from my childhood rang in my head: They will find you later. Just stay low. Don’t do anything stupid. Fuck! They had found me. My past had caught up with me. Yes, I, Thalia Thorne, held a secret. I wasn’t human. I was born into the wrong part of the hierarchy. In the Great North, your eyes are your destiny. Gold eyes are Gemini—the royalty. Blue eyes are Capricorn—the servants. But then there are the ones like me. A dark-eyed cub with a cancer mark—an abomination. Black eyes. The ones who didn’t get to live.