Thalia Fanart Novels & Stories

Years later, pictures of her circulate on the internet, but if they aren’t blurry, they never fully show her face. And now, people are spreading rumors that she shares a resemblance with Natasha? Wild. The supervisor smiles. “Yeah, I was surprised to hear that. One is the Beta heiress of a powerful pack. The other is an Omega. Ahahaha, the internet sure thinks in such ridiculous ways.” I hum in agreement while glancing at my wristwatch, wondering when Thalie will be done. <******> Thalie’s POV The room smells of disinfectant and medicine. Her figure on the bed is the first thing my eyes land on. Her eyes are closed, and I would think she is sleeping, but it is obvious she isn’t—she is unnatu

Before him, leaning against the trunk of a frost-covered tree, was Thalia. She hadn’t aged a day since the first time he’d met her—tall, sharp-boned, with ink-black eyes and a faint blue glow to her skin when caught in moonlight. A witch hybrid. Half fae, half human. But most importantly, a loyal ally to his pack—and the one who’d helped Emilia harness what little magic she once had. “I felt you coming before your boots even touched snow,” Thalia said, smirking. “You’re heavy when you walk with worry.”

Thalia answers every order with a mutter or a mock salute. She’s not the only one warming: Mara breezes in, hair half-loose, hands sticky with jam she’s filched from a cooling tart. Fen, still shirtless from training, swipes a hunk of bread and winks. Thalia rolls her eyes, but there’s a grin threatening. Careful, Aradia. They’re growing on you. Like fungus. Or moss. Or some kind of extremely attractive rash. No. My name is Thalia. Aradia is gone. This is new. This is mine. Even if it won’t last.

She hadn't seen it before because the smoke altered her sight a little. Thalia gasped. The door was beautiful! It was crafted with exquisite artistry. Being an avid fan of fantasy novels, this door looked like something from the books she read. Thalia traced the door with her fingers. It felt cool to her touch. The door was an embodiment of artistic mastery, adorned with intricate carvings that depict scenes of mythical creatures, celestial bodies, and ethereal landscapes. Delicate filigree patterns intertwine with ancient symbols, and carvings Thalia didn't understand. Golden hinges, etched with even more delicate engravings, held the door firmly in place.

************* "Hey." Blaze turned and his eyes collided with Thalia's. He shook his head and eyed her outfit which got sluttier due to her association with Sandro. She donned a red mini halter-neck dress that hugged her curves and showed more cleavage than it should. "Ain't you able to see me, brother?" Thalia slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced around. As she saw nothing she turned to him and flashed a smile. "What do you want, Thalia? I thought I told you to stay away from this pack, especially from Sandro. He's no good for you!"

Thalia hesitates for a second, her face still flushed, but then she nods, scooting forward, her shorts riding up to show the curve of her ass cheeks, and she takes the notepad from Ronan when he passes it over. “Alright, fine, but if we’re doing this, we all contribute equally. No one gets to hold back.” Her voice gains strength as she speaks, a sultry edge creeping in, and she starts scribbling, her pen moving fast, thighs pressing together as if she’s feeling that ache between her legs, her free hand absently rubbing her neck, exposing more of her cleavage. Kael joins in, snatching a few sheets of paper, his grin wide and wolfish as he writes, occasionally glancing up at Thalia’s tits, the

I replied, lowering my head as if he would somehow deduce the truth from my features. Ronan stood behind the crowd. He was dressed in a breathtaking regal outfit. He looked calm. Almost... cold like I truly killed the warrior. Like I wasn't taking the fall for him. But I made a mental note that he must have been like that to make everything more convincing. Then, like a nightmare, Thalia—the leader of the delegate and the Crescent Moon Alpha’s daughter—strode in—looking very beautiful and a bit of powerful princess that she was. She strode towards Ronan and kissed him full on the mouth.

she cried. Thalia took a deep breath and dropped the papers back down leaning back in her chair. “Your wrist is marked no?” she asked. How she knew Layla didn't ask or care to know as she just wanted answers or something. She nodded and lifted her sleeve on he right arm, where she brandished a silver crescent moon on her wrist, just below her thumb. “That is a symbol that hasn't been seen in many many ages. That is something that the gods of this generation do not dare test. That's the sign of a child of a primordial god.” she stated.

However, her personality is wild and fierce, hidden deeply behind her timidity. Thalia's skin is a bit tanned, high cheekbones with round, doe black eyes that sparkle every time Izzat opens his mouth. Her black, wavy long hair reached her curvy hips, tied in a high ponytail. She unconsciously loves to bite her own full, luscious lips when the girl feels nervous.

"Please." Thalia walked out, beautiful in the dress and shoes Makarius had bought her, and the handmade crown. Sunlight caught her pale blue dress, silk fabric floating at her ankles. The crown, woven with pearls and silver, sparkled atop her glossy black hair. Her hair, thick and wavy, gleamed against the crown, and her icy blue eyes shone with excitement. A faint scent of flowers clung to her as she twirled under the lanterns, laughter and music filling the warm air. She looked like a princess, her dark hair and icy blue eyes making her striking. Makarius’s eyes were following everywhere. The adults moved to the sitting area and let the young people dance and have fun.