Lightning Thief Annabeth Novels & Stories

he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead before he walked away. I stared at him for a few seconds before I started walking around. I stopped when a picture of a woman caught my eyes. Must be more of his ancestors. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” I turned to look at a girl. She looked young. Around eighteen, maybe. “I am Thalia. Thalia Red from the clan Red thunder” “Hi.” “No. You can’t barge out of nowhere and steal what is mine.” “What are you talking about, kid?” “Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.”

Coughing and clasping on to his throat, Stefan sat up, squeezing my arm, pointing at Lilith, who watched the gap in the floor mending before her eyes, “Damage control,” Stefan whispered. “Lilith,” I approached her slowly, her eyes still glued to the floor, “I know you have a lot of questions— and I—” “Come any closer, and I'll fry you crispier than a strip of bacon,” she cautioned, realizing the purple lightning bolts, sizzling off her body, looking into my eyes, I was watching it play before me, in slow motion, her eyes became watery, and a single tear fell to the floor, I felt all her emotions, it's like we were connected as one, the pain, the fears, the— betrayal, I felt it all.

The night goes colder and colder as the rain goes near. With the thunders and lightning continuously rocking the lands of Hymir, trembling under its light and horrifying roars. Morrigan stood there silently in front of the room of her uncle, her hands around the hilt of the dagger in her hand. The blood tainting it drying and leaving traces of the rustic liquid on its sharp blade. Her eyes are void of other emotions but anger. The air around her is sinister as her eyes have nothing but cravings for more blood to spill. Her hands are already tainted with blood but she knows there will be no point in turning back. Whatever she did it for her good, for her sanity, for her reputation, for her fr

I felt like a queen who had finally found her crown. "Seraphina!" I screamed. The scaled woman turned, her violet eyes widening. She raised her trident, charging a massive ball of black lightning. "You should have stayed in your cage, Lyra! Now you die in the ocean!" She launched the attack. The black bolt roared across the water, turning the waves into steam. I didn't dodge. I raised my hands, and a shield of pure gold erupted from my palms. The black lightning hit the shield and shattered into harmless sparks.

Marcus’s wonder, Darius’s fierce protectiveness, Zane’s quiet reverence, Kael’s pure joy - it all washed over me in waves. *From that night on, everything changed. I wasn’t just the orphan they’d saved anymore. I wasn’t just the alpha’s adopted daughter. I was a true alpha female, powerful in my own right, and somehow, inexplicably, I was theirs in a way that transcended simple family bonds.* “Lyra,” Zane’s voice pulled me back to the present. “Look.” I focused on the ceremony just in time to see the first awakening of the night. Young Sarah Collins, the baker’s daughter, gasped as golden light blazed in her eyes. Her wolf was strong, confident, settling into her with obvious ease.

The white lightning hit me like a runaway train. I expected to die. I expected my soul to be ripped apart. But as the bolt touched my chest, the Vespera Heart necklace flared. It swallowed the lightning whole, turning the white light into a deep, angry purple. The warrior in silver armor tilted his head, his helmet glowing with a cold, ghostly light. "A Vespera that can eat divine lightning? You truly are a pest that refuses to stay dead."

She isn't just a cheerleader; she is a Thorne, and she lets her raw power pin him to the floor like a specimen under glass. Thatcher snarls, his eyes flashing wolf-gold as he violently struggles against her hold, refusing to yield. "You think you're untouchable just because Fenris lets you warm his bed?" he spits out, his fangs elongating as he glares up at her. "I'm the future Gamma of the Dark Moon pack! Once he finds his true Luna, you'll be tossed aside like garbage. You're nothing but a toy." Bella simply smirks, applying a fraction more pressure to his chest with her heel until he chokes, silencing his outburst.

“Please, if you could just listen-“ “I think I’ve listened enough, Victor,” Annabeth says, walking to her door, followed by her two gigantic Betas. “The question is, are you listening. Really, thank you so much for a such a pleasant morning, the tea was divine.” Annabeth gives a little wave and slips out the door while Victor slumps in his chair and scowls. There’s a short rap on the door and then Amelia slips in. “So, how did it go?!” she says, excited. “I just saw Annabeth Prath leaving – god, she’s so fabulous. Did you see her bag? It’s the new Birkin –“

“Why don’t you seek the shaman out and ask him to take back his curse or bear the brunt of the Supernatural Council Collective? After all, he has wronged you.” I nodded at her suggestion. It was something I had wanted to do for a long time. Maybe I would go to Greece in search of Loki and Thanos. “Thank you, Annabeth. I’ll take up your suggestions.” “Good luck, Stavros. You can touch your pendant and establish a mind link with me anytime.” I felt much better as I left Annabeth’s house and drove home. Now there was only one thing to do.

We stood locked, eye to eye, teeth gritted, muscles straining. Then, through the clash of steel and storm, he hissed, “Who are you?” I met his stare and grinned, despite the blood on my lips. “Don’t you remember?” I whispered. “I’m Zevarion, the god of lightning.” At that moment. A jagged bolt of lightning split the sky and struck between us with a blinding flash. The sheer force sent Xareth hurtling across the courtyard, his body crashing into the stone with a sickening thud. He coughed, blood staining his lips.