Grover Lightning Thief Novels & Stories

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

I let them go as I started groaning, and since they were too heavy to fight back, I roared furiously. I could feel the heat was not just coming from me, but from my wife and her grandfather took the opportunity to pin me down in defeat, but I won’t let them. “Lightning Thorns.” I softly whispered, and within a blink of an eye, everything seemed to move in slow motion when they charged at me, and before their attacks reached me, I released my blood wolf’s lightning thorns.

I shouted, my eyes flashing a bright, electric purple. The silver-violet lightning shot from my hand into the machine, traveling down the silver wires straight into the open vats. The moment my Priestess light touched their network, the green tech inside the three fake wolves began to scream with a high-pitched whine. The raw voltage fried their electrical systems instantly, their massive bodies stiffening mid-step before collapsing onto the floor panels like broken machinery.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

However, the intern reporter immediately sensed something was wrong, so she secretly recorded everything. That very night, an article appeared on a local Brookhaven forum with the headline: "The Inspirational Girl Who Claimed Her Cousin Hid Her Admission Ticket Actually Stole Her Cousin's Score". The piece maintained a remarkably level-headed tone, focusing on presenting a clear sequence of facts. Firstly, Naomi Gibson's actual exam score wwasn't the one she'd implied online. Secondly, the real guest of honor at the party should have been Stella Morrow who never showed up at the event.

When Ethan saw me, he guiltily looked away. "Are you Nora?" The officer showed me his badge. "Someone reported that you stole company secrets and misappropriated company funds. Please cooperate with our investigation." With that, he showed me a record of a bank transfer. "Take a look. Is this account yours?" I took the photo. I then realized the amount was exactly the same as the money Ethan had transferred to me a while ago. Only then did I finally understand his real intention. "Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him?

Once ready, we leave and travel through the sewer to get back to Iron Wall. Living Lightning: A steak of lightning traveling throughout my arm, I focus and watch as the lightning gathers in one spot. Once it does, I shoot out a bolt of lightning. The bolt hits the ground and explodes, pieces of stone flying everywhere. The prison guards are stupid enough to stay and fight. They get up and start shooting me again. Ducking behind the wall, I smile when the guards’ blasters start to click. “Empty,” I say, “My time to strike.”

“You think you can stop me with your light? You are the very thing I designed this cage to hold. Every spark you throw at me only serves to charge the lens. You are the fuel for your own destruction.” ​From the shadows of the room, six figures emerged. They were the Raven Guard, but they were no longer human. Their bodies had been grafted into steam-pressurized suits of black iron, their eyes replaced by glowing red lenses. They carried massive hammers that hissed with escaping steam, and their movements were perfectly synchronized, driven by a central clockwork brain. ​“Thorne is fighting your dogs at the gates,” I said, drawing my blade. “And we are going to break your toys right here.”

She summoned Thornrat from its mooring, the light Gearbane had a spring in its step, a byproduct of the coils that helped the machine sprint and even leap into battle. “Grenadier Light Gearbanes are indeed ideal vectors of unorthodox tactics.” Froster seemingly nodded at the autogolem. Thornrat wasn’t as modified as Ragehog. The seven foot tall support machine was covered in the sloped or arched metal plating that was common for its category, while its standard grenade staeve was locked firm to its right while a combat shield was attached to its right. “You added more combat plating to the staeve?” Aster asked.

For my own damn sake! The priest moved around me, speaking in the ancient language and waving around incense. I fought the urge to sneeze as he came to a halt in front of me and waved the damn stick around right in front of my face. Since the prophecy stated that there would be no exchange of blood, they couldn’t even so much as cut my palm as part of the ceremony. Nothing to do with blood could be part of the ceremony. I looked up at the roof of the throne room at the exact time the moon shone through the top window and I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my entire body. My mouth felt as though it was on fire! My bones felt as if they were ripping apart on a cellular level and I coul