Thalia Grace Fanart Novels & Stories

Ananya pov. I was dressed up in a pink gown with my hair tied up in a low bun, a few strands of hair brushing my face that were left intentionally. The gown was floor length and it was a half meter extra long from behind clearly sweeping the floor. The top hugged my body beautifully it was a tight fit that made my curves visible, and the straps were a little thin so my tattoo was clearly visible. A bracelet adorned my wrist and I fiddled my pendant, it was actually the letter A. And no I was not one of those girls who were obssessed with their names, the A stood for Anahita, my birth mom. I knew she would have been so happy if she was here, but at least I could have something that made me f

Athena tried sitting on the counter, but her ass hurt, and she winced, “Ow.” “Are you hurt?” Grace asked, dishing pancakes out. “I am okay,” she got down. “Here,” Grace handed a strip to the girl, and she immediately hid it in the pockets of her jeans. “Thank you so much, Grace,” she hugged the girl. “This is nothing,” she was about to say something else when they heard a throat-clearing sound. Both the girls had shocking expressions on their faces. They pulled back immediately. Athena turned her attention to Azazel, who was looking at the girls suspiciously. They both know the extent of trouble they will get into if Azazel knows Athena is taking pills.

The princess had a delicate shiny diamond crown on her head, framing her long dark brown hair. Thalia looked delicate and strong at the same time as she could gently cradle a tiny creature in her palm but also hurt someone with ease. She carried herself with grace, almost as if she was afraid to upset anyone with the sound of her stomping, while still oozing quiet confidence. There was a fierceness in her eyes, something strong and challenging deep within those orbs. Artemis waved at her, nudging her side. "Anyone caught your eye yet?"