Thalia Grace Fanart Novels & Stories

"Her wolf will evolve into an Alpha female. Our position will be untouchable." ​"Vance, look at her. She’s still staring at you like you're her whole world," Elena mocked, her green eyes flashing with triumph. "Disgusting. Die faster, Thalia. You’re ruining our coronation altar." ​I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear Elena’s face apart with my fingernails. I wanted to smash that arrogant smile off Vance's face. But my body refused to move. Blood poured from my neck, flowing into the grooved runes of the altar, lighting up the floor in a sickening purple-red glow.

Theodora said in excitement. Maximilian looked at the painting and sighed with resignation. "Not again sister, why do you always paint that Demon?" Maxmilian looked at the demon whom her sister insists on painting. 'He is handsome for a demon' Maximilian thought. "She is painting Azzazal," Lucifer said in shock. "Yes, between her life as Althea and Thea, she seems to be born as Theodora," Lucifer mused out loud. "And Max is her brother in that life as well" Lucian commented.

But, nobody likes to be this despised by literally everyone. ‘F*ck them. F*ck them all! I’ll rip their throats out and burn this pack down to the ground one day’. Ares seethes. Like I said – she has some anger issues. But, admittedly, I feel the same. I would take mom, luna Grace and – despite our issues – dad, and leave the rest to burn. “Hey girl! You’re the exchange student, right? I’m Thalia, the Alphas’ girlfriend. Come with us, you don’t want to be seen with this one”. The cockroach laughs, with her friends snickering along with her.

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.

That morning, Thalia stood in front of the mirror in her apartment. She wore a white satin blouse with a neat V-cut, a knee-length black pencil skirt, and slim heels. Her hair was left down with a slight wave at the ends. Light makeup, just enough to highlight her sly smile. “Today’s a good start,” she murmured, holding her lipstick. “A chance to get closer to Mr. Nathan. After all, Mrs. Elena is… well, not young anymore. She already has many children. He must be bored and prefer a young woman like me.”

Lyra The warm sunlight filtered through the window as I sat with Calista, sipping the tea she had prepared. Calista is the wife of Alpha Jaxon of the Crewwood pack, who had graciously accepted to accomodate me in their home. His wife has been a good friend since I arrived. “Do you ever think about how different things could have been?” Calista asked, her voice soft as she stared out at the forest beyond the window. I glanced at her, sensing the weight behind her question.

He answered. “All the while, Grace was single after breaking up with her four-year-old boyfriend, so she felt happy that Thalia had found a good man who loved her.” “It was two against one. I loved my girls and I didn’t want Thalia to elope. So I accepted him into the family along the line.” “She became pregnant months later with you. We were all happy. Thalia glowed during her pregnancy. She reminded me of your grandmother, when she was with Grace.” He said.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

When I finally forced myself to lift my head, I swore I could hear the faint mechanical creak of my own neck. Across the stage, a graceful figure stepped forward from behind the crowd. All the lights swiveled toward her, illuminating her in a perfect halo. She was breathtaking—so beautiful it felt like even the air paused for her. Golden-brown hair tumbled over her shoulders, an ice-blue gown clung to her flawless silhouette, and her gaze was steady, luminous with confidence. Leah Grace. Daughter of the Howling Pack's Alpha. Heir to the Darkmoon Pack's most powerful ally.

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.