Luke Castellan In The Lightning Thief Novels & Stories

“Break one of his fingers.” Lukas hesitates, then grabs the man’s hand and snaps his pinky. The man screams. “Ah! You bitch! Fine, fine—I’ll talk. Just don’t hurt me again. I have a pregnant wife.” “Then start talking.” “His name is Lucian Gray,” he stammers. “He pretends to own a club, but he’s a dark lord. I’ve only seen him once—green eyes, dragon tattoo on his arm. If you want to find him, act like you’re buying from him. Make the deal big enough and he’ll come himself. That’s all I know, I swear.”

The air around us shifted, wind whipping in sudden circles. “Control it,” Lucas said sharply. “Don’t lose it, shape it.” I gritted my teeth, channeling the power through my hands, not letting it explode. Lightning curled around my fingers like ribbons instead of fire. Lucas stepped back, eyes shining. “Perfect. Now strike.” I thrust my palm forward not at him, but at the practice dummy behind him. A bolt of lightning shot out, clean and precise, tearing straight through the chest of the dummy without touching anything else.

Lena looked at me, her brow furrowed. "You recognize him?" she asked. I nodded, a bitter taste filling my mouth. "That's my cousin," I spat, the words laced with venom. "He must be a traitor, then," Lena growled, pushing herself up. "Hey, you! Aren't you ashamed to be fighting your own blood?" she challenged him. Lysander let out a chilling, maniacal laugh. "Grab them both!" he commanded. The men dismounted and surged towards us. I scanned my surroundings, assessing the situation before engaging. Without a weapon, and feeling my strength wane, I shifted into my wolf form again. But an earth-shattering kick from Lysander sent me flying across the clearing.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

the woman suddenly called in a warning tone, “stop provoking her the more. The experience had left her traumatised.” “Traumatised, yes, but this had all made me stronger, and not broken,” I whispered almost to myself alone. Kael leaned in closer, no more pulling pranks on me. “What’s your beautiful name, darling she wolf?” I hesitated, not knowing if telling him my real name was safe. Then I told him, my voice coming out way steadier than I expected. “Lucy Castellano. Surviving heir to the almost extinct Castellano Empire. Mate to an Alpha, Ryker Nightbane. And I’m not going down without a fight with everything that happened.”

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

He's already straining against the bindings, his skin burnt around the wolfsbane-laced metal as he growls and tries to shift to no avail. I laugh, nodding as the warriors head through to the continently placed dungeons. I head right through to the interrogation room as I watch my warriors chuck the peasants into their new home, laughing when they spit at the men who will be feeding them. But I cannot concentrate on the young and adolescent children when I have my rival Beta to interrogate. "Lucas Thomas, the beta of the great Theodore Moon who couldn't even protect his own child..." Lucas growls, his head turning to me in shock.

Lukas. He stood tall, cloaked in darkness, his form more spirit than flesh. His eyes burned crimson, his grin sharp enough to cut through the gloom. “Took you long enough,” he said, voice echoing through the void. “I was starting to think you’d lost your nerve.” Killian stepped forward, his aura flaring silver. “You should’ve stayed buried.” Lukas laughed. “Buried? My dear Alpha, I was buried. But thanks to her little sacrifice…” He gestured toward the fractured moonlight above. “…you’ve cracked open the door again. I couldn’t have done it without her.”

She stood against the wall with the other servants, almost invisible in the dim lights. The huge marble statues of former Lycan Alphas in their shifted forms, lined above the servant heads, were as awe-inspiring to her as they were daunting. Everything about Duskbane's made her feel intimidated. “…And then Kaelen disappears for a week only to come back dragging the Rebel Commander’s head.” Luke Acastor, heir to the neighboring Pack, Acastor Moon, leaned back, swirling his goblet. “I swear to God, I saw our unit leader crying with his badge like a widow.”

"Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring." Luke’s gaze had already drifted. At the far end of the ice, near the player’s tunnel, a new figure had appeared. Castel "Cass" Castillo. He wasn't a girl, but he moved with a fluid, dangerous grace that made Luke’s inner wolf pace behind his ribs. Cass was wearing a jagged black jersey with a silver wolf-skull—the mark of the outcast clans from the Blackwood Haunted Mansion district. "That's him," Jax whispered, following Luke’s eyes. "The one you’ve been howling about at practice. Castel."