Thalia Percy Jackson Movie の小説・ストーリー

“Very well.” The moment stretched—fragile, altered. It broke when Clara swept in like she owned the house. “Oh, absolutely not,” she said cheerfully. “If blind dates are happening, I’m involved.” Rethan scowled. “This is a family matter.” “And she is my friend,” Clara replied. “Which makes it my business.” Selvara glanced between them. “Who did you have in mind?” Clara didn’t hesitate. “Mivirick Thorne.”

“And what now?" Adrian looked at Thalia with a half-smile. Looking at Adrian triumphantly, Thalia said, "Not only has my strength been restored, but I've also become even stronger! Even those three old guys are no match for me!" "And?" Adrian asked again. "So, it's time for you to die!" Thalia shouted as it lunged at Adrian. Adrian fell silent for a moment when he saw Thalia charging at him with its dragon claw. Just when he drew his swords, Thalia suddenly stopped, and its face became pale with fear. Thalia’s expression flitted between horror and surprise as it looked at Adrian.

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.

​"Long live High Alpha Lysander! Long live High Luna Thalia!" ​The thunderous cheers of millions of Lycans exploded all at once, violently shaking the heavy stone walls of the obsidian castle with a deafening, roaring echo. Thalia was officially crowned as the highest penguasa of the entire continent. ​Yet, in the very middle of that frenzied, chaotic noise, I could feel Lysander’s gaze darken once again with a hungry, feral lust. The man didn't give a damn about the cheers of his people. He instantly swept my body off the floor, catching me in a rough, possessive bridal carry.

He was surprisingly good looking, for a god of thieves. He finally let go of my hand, and there was another beautiful woman I'd noticed, she was young, like Hera, but older than Athena and the rest. She wore a green sleeved dress, and her eyes were green, the kind of green healthy plants had, her hair, golden. Then it dawned on me. She was "Demeter!" I blurted out. Persephone's mother. She nodded, giving my shoulders a light pat. Since I'd come to recognize every single gods in the room, I still had one more question.

She squeezed the phone until it shattered into pieces, then turned her attention back to her followers, who had been brutalizing the boy. "Stop!" Thalia's command rang out, and immediately, her minions released the battered boy, who fled the room in a panic. "Guys, we have another target," Thalia declared, her voice laced with malevolence, prompting her devoted followers to howl in response. Fenrisa and Thalassa exchanged worried glances, sensing that Thalia was about to unleash a terrible plan.

Fiorella had stood firmly by my side when I hit rock bottom, and I would never abandon her. I looked down at my phone, finally reading her rapid-fire text messages. “Zlata, hello! Thalia is heading to the palace today. Is there any way you can meet her and plead her case to the Queen?” “Hello? Are you there? Will you help her?” “Why aren't you answering my calls? Is everything alright?” I let out a heavy huff. It looked like Fiorella had also fallen completely under Thalia’s toxic spell. It wasn't a surprise; Thalia had always put on a stellar performance whenever she chose to play the martyr.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

Thalia’s eyes darted to the table. She caught a glimpse of a knife. Before Eliana could react, Thalia snatched it up. She moved behind her in a blur, her arm locking around Eliana’s neck, and pressing the cold blade against her throat. “You killed my daughter, didn’t you?!” Thalia screamed, her voice cracking with rage and grief. Eliana struggled violently, her nails scratching at Thalia’s arm, her hair disheveled but Thalia was dangerous this time and she wasn't listening.

“We’re practicing resonance today.” Mochi’s ears perked up. “Oh! The feeling one. I like that one. Except when you short-circuit your own heartbeat.” “That was once, Mochi.” “And it was dramatic,” she added, trotting into her lap. Just then, the study door creaked open. Thalia entered in her usual flowing robes, her silver braid swaying down her back. She surveyed them both with her sharp eyes and said, “Let’s hope today we all leave with our eyebrows intact.”