Who Plays Thalia In Percy Jackson Series Novels & Stories

Albert's eyes turned bloodshot when he saw a glimpse of Thalia. “Why are you even here?” Albert states in an annoyed voice. “Sending my condolences to my daughter Latton and to mourn the death of a fine lady,” she replied. Albert sneered. “You have no right to be here.” "I have all the right to be here. Latton is my daughter, and before Catherine was your wife, she was my friend." Thalia said, her eyes starting to water and her tone expressing genuine sorrow. “Shut up both of you,” Latton yelled while walking down the stairs. She's wearing a neon pink pair of pajamas with matching pink fluffy bunny slippers while holding a golf club.

Before him, leaning against the trunk of a frost-covered tree, was Thalia. She hadn’t aged a day since the first time he’d met her—tall, sharp-boned, with ink-black eyes and a faint blue glow to her skin when caught in moonlight. A witch hybrid. Half fae, half human. But most importantly, a loyal ally to his pack—and the one who’d helped Emilia harness what little magic she once had. “I felt you coming before your boots even touched snow,” Thalia said, smirking. “You’re heavy when you walk with worry.”

And since he was still unmarried, plenty of women cast looks his way, but he only had eyes for Thalia. Across the way, Thalia was with Willow. Willow was introducing her to Cecilia from Nova Group, saying, "This is Thalia Sherman, goddaughter of Dexter. She's in the export business now, selling mainly fragrances." Cecilia wasn't hands-on in business, but she was familiar with Nova Group's ventures. Wanting to do Willow a favor, she smiled and said, "What a coincidence. Our family is in that line, too. How about I treat Thalia to a meal sometime and have Nova Group shift some business her way?"

What did she do this time, though? "Lisa?" He pursed his lips in wonder. "Who was she?" He decided to probe. "The beautiful girl in white dress. She had black, silky hair that reached her hips and ashen white skin. She also had a pair of alluring scarlet eyes. Once you stare at her eyes, you have drowned yourself in the abyss of nothingness, and you will lose your rationality for a moment. You're bound to do her bidding." Thalia's eyes are brimming with tears. "And, me foolishly trusting her even though my instinct said otherwise."

She called. “Racheal.” He responded coldly, looking down at her. She felt her confidence waver as she looked up into his cold eyes. “Racheal.” Thalia said, sounding all cheerful. She moved in and hugged her close. “You look absolutely stunning.” Thalia commented. Her familiarity angered Racheal. Skylar had been right, this woman was such a witch. She was extremely pretentious, looking at her you would think she genuinely liked Racheal. “Thank you.” Racheal responded with her own fake smile. “I got your gift.”

He seems to enjoy chatting with that girl,' Melody could not help but think. It was not until Lucas hung up the phone that Melody withdrew her gaze, staring back at the cold hotpot in front of her. "Sorry, the call took longer than expected," apologized Lucas when he returned. Melody nodded, indicating understanding. However, she could not help but ask him in the end, "Who is Thalia? You two..." Before Melody could finish her question, Lucas interrupted her, "Thalia is currently not in the country. She's just a friend of mine. I hope you don't overthink it."

the woman spoke, looking at Athena as she nodded, and Milos stretched out his hands, wanting the woman in front of him to carry him. “Is he your son?” Athena smiled, asking as she gently lifted him for the woman to carry. “Yes he is,” the woman spoke. “I am Thalia by the way, it is nice meeting you. I am sure my brothers are giving you hell…” “Brothers?” Athena asked.

​"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.

I made my way to the cell, a knot of tightened in my stomach as I entered the dimly lit room, my eyes immediately drawn to Sage sitting in a chair, surrounded by Alpha Scott, my mate, and the White Witch, Thalia. Thalia's eyes lit up with excitement as she caught sight of me. "Freya!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I've heard so much about you. I'm Thalia, the White Witch." I offered her a wary nod, I knew she had helped Dominic to find me, which I was grateful for I guess. Before I could respond however, Dominic stepped forward, pulling me into his into his arms. His hand circling me from behind, I blushed feeling secure while remembering our little steamy moment before b

The game was about to reach its final, explosive act, and I was ready to take the lead. I was Thalia Thorne, and I was not going to be broken, not here, not by them, and not by him. I was going to live, I was going to be free, and I was going to make them all understand that they had made the greatest mistake of their lives when they tried to use me.