Thalia Grace Fanart Novels & Stories

Sebastian POV "She has masked her scent...is she wanting to pose as a human?" Tian asked concerned, "They plan to and to make sure they are not disturbed..." Bastian said with a low growl. "Umm...excuse me but are you Grace's Mate?" said a small she wolf, she looked to be around Grace's age and seemed to be just as she an Omega so fragile and petite almost like a doll. "Yes why do you ask tiny thing?" I say in return earning me a weird face from the tiny person; "Grace will not go back with you, she will fight you because she doesnt want to be in the pack...so I think you should leave before she gets back...seeing as you are part of her pack that her father was in." She says looking at the g

"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.

He had thought Omegas were weak, but Thalia proved that Omegas could be powerful. Thalia's once beautiful skin was marred with several gashes that would leave scars, and her upper lip was busted. She was hunched over, and he suspected that her ribs were broken. Her once bright, dark brown eyes were now hollow and dim, struggling to stay open. One eye was even black, bearing the mark of a fist punch.

Secondly, that would be an inappropriate question. Instead, I asked her which artists she preferred listening to apart from BTS. She told me Eminem, Nicki Minaj, Cardi b, Sia, Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Ink and Panic! At the disco. "Who's Panic at the disco?" I asked. "You haven't heard of them? They're really good. Take this", she said, giving me the ear bud from earlier which I had returned. Then she played a very nice song. "That's 'high hopes' by Panic! At the disco", she said when the song ended.

The Mistress of the Underworld had never smiled but she took advice from the three old hags and tried to do it for the sake of her beloved Persephone. Hades came forward. As she moved, the folds of her long black tunic rippled like waves about her elegant frame. It seemed like she was floating. Her graceful movement reminded the young goddess of a stealthy serpent. Persephone's breath halted in her throat. She quickly stepped back until her backside was against the table.

I stumbled back slightly as something cold splashed against my front. I looked down.. my clothes were soaked. Then the sound of glass shattering came next, the shards scattered across the floor. Slowly and dreadfully, I lifted my gaze up and my gaze fell on her. She looked perfect in way that felt almost unreal. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, framing a face that was undeniably beautiful... her smooth skin shone so bright. It was Ria. I knew who she was immediately. Everyone did.. Alpha Oliver’s mate.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

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."

Mother Luna’s POV “Your Grace, lady Thalia is here… with the girl,” my head attendant said, causing excitement to run through my veins. “That was fast. Send them in.” She left and a moment later, Thalia walked in with the girl right behind her. “Greetings, your Grace.” I pay no attention to Thalia and only focus my sense on her. “You must be Elle,” I said, smiling perfectly. She bowed. “Yes, your Grace. I am.”

Connor turns to stand next to Grace as if he’s ready to step in if she hurts the sprite. “Your name is Tula, right?” Grace says, gently reaching out and stroking the girl’s face with her finger. She sniffs and looks up at Grace. “Yes.” She says quietly. “I know you were hurt, but my Gamma, Lady Gamma Sirona, needs to look at you so she can help you heal.” Grace says, using the terms that the sprites use when they address us.