Thalia X Reyna Novels & Stories

“I am not that naïve, Shae. The Alphas being here don’t show their betrayal; this may be the only way for them to find me.” As I say this, I step forward towards the castle, but the witches grab me from behind. I growl at this, the silver from the chains biting into my skin. I can feel the flame-filled fury churning in the pit of my belly, ready to strike. [“Calm yourself, Reyna,”] a voice resonates within my consciousness and my eyes widen. Pyrra, echoing a sentiment of restraint and caution. [“Anger will only cloud your judgement. Not all is as it seems, you are correct, but let’s not show these people you can control me just yet.”]

​"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.

***RENA*** “You look so beautiful,” Thalia, my best friend said, tears threatening to spill. “Don't,” I begged with my eyes, “if you cry, I'll cry and we don't want our makeup getting ruined, so please don't,” I begged and she nodded with a smile, trying her best to push back the tears. “I can't believe it, you know Rena?” Thalia uses her hands to fan her eyes. “I can't either, I mean, this isn't fully all I've always wanted, but the moon goddess has granted a huge part of it,” I said, almost teary, I also began to fan my eyes with my hands.

"I..." "Thalia no, don't let me manipulate you," Jena growled thrusting herself, two of the men in the hoodie grabbed her and pressed her down. "Go on, I do not have the whole time." Alpha Jace growls. "I, Thalia Shawn from Blue Moon Pack, reject my mate, Alpha..." Thalia coughed unruly as she murmured under her breath, "From Wild Gold..." There she went again coughing and then blood oozed out of her mouth, she clutched her chest in pain falling to the ground.

I could sense the subtle tension in her movements, the careful calculation behind every gesture. My gut told me she was dangerous, not because she intended to fight physically, but because she had influence. And Jayden’s mother was clearly her ally. “Oh, welcome to the Werewolf Kingdom, Thalia. I trust your journey was smooth?” I said, my voice steady, regal. “I am Serena, Jayden’s mate, and Luna of the royal pack.” Thalia’s lips curved into a small, deliberate smile. Her eyes, however, did not soften. “You are temporary,” Fiona said finally, her words cutting through the air like ice. “My son’s future is not with you. You can never be together.”

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.

Ashley's voice reverberated, her legs hanging helplessly in the air. Thorian couldn't help but chuckle at her frustration. "You said I shouldn't hold your hand again, but you didn't mention anything about not holding your waist." As this scene unfolded, the girl from the garden, who had been observing Thalia's earlier actions, approached Thalia and addressed her as "your highness," a title commonly used for Thalia among the elite. Thalia, accompanied by her trusted companions Fenrisa and Thalassa, had been overseeing a commotion involving a boy who had dared to challenge her status as the future Luna.

He’d heard whispers of an Omega becoming Luna — and Thalia, this mysterious beauty with haunted eyes, was the key to unraveling it. He took in one last look, watching her with a mix of admiration and longing he couldn’t quite name. She would never know he’d been here, that he’d risked everything just for a glimpse. It was foolish, maybe, but he needed to know if there was any truth to the rumor that she, an Omega, could rise to lead. If only Zephry saw her for who she really was — a survivor, a warrior veiled in elegance. "Thalia Redfield, of the Nightshades Pack," he murmured under his breath, her name holding weight as he retreated into the fog-shrouded night.

"You are supposed to be the next Luna of this pack. And yet, you let a transfer student—a girl with no title and no wolf put you on the floor? You should be ashamed of yourself. If you are too weak to handle a simple girl, do not expect me to fight your battles for you." Selena hissed, a sound like a snake in the grass, and turned her back on Thalia. She walked away without a second glance, her long black cape sweeping the floor like a shadow. I watched Thalia. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She looked like she had been slapped. Her eyes darted to Ronan, who was standing a few feet away. Her face was wet with tears, wide and pleading. "Ronan?" she whispered, her voice crack

The energy pours out of me, visible in the glowing runes, undeniable in its intensity. Kaidora gasps beside me, and I realize she can feel it too. She can feel Darko's love for her. Thalia's eyes snap open, glowing silver with otherworldly power. “I see it,” she breathes. “The bond. It is there, unexpected, but present.” Whispers suddenly begins to float in the room. “Impossible,” Warren protests. “She's not even—” “The Moon Goddess does not ask our permission,” Thalia interrupts, her voice resonating with power beyond her own. “She does not conform to our expectations. And she has declared this pairing blessed.”