Luke Castellan Lightning Thief Novels & Stories

said Evandor in a tone colder than ice berg. “They were my most loyal bunch of pawns. You killed them all for breaking your principals. Aren’t you happy now?” asked Theodore frustratedly while opening and closing the cap of his metal lighter. He was holding a customized shining metallic brown colored lighter having golden colored borders and an engraved rose which was dark purple in color having metallic sheen, in the center of the lighter on both the sides. “That Alpha still managed to fight with you and your pawns all alone. He is one brave Alpha. I have not seen one in a while. That’s why I am so excited to meet this Alpha Luke Smith” said Evandor with a proud smile but some other noise c

Valentino stepped back a little more, having linked some of his warriors who joined them as soon as Valentino realised that Delta Lucas wasn’t there to help him. Valentino ducked behind the first line of his warriors and gave the nod, one stepped forward right up in front of Delta Lucas, pulled back his arm and threw a hard punch, the warrior was surprised when Delta Lucas caught his fist in his hand and then growled low as he shifted into his Lycan form. As soon as Delta Lucas had shifted, he quickly turned the shocked warrior in front of him and sliced his claws through his throat and ripped off his head.

Lyon groaned in agony as he smacked into his wall, smashing it and sending him flying. Luke had been providing information to Conrad all along. He was using his shadow element sparingly, despite the fact that it consumed a lot of mana. That's also why only a few of the arrows were correct. Slowly, as the dust settled, he climbed to his feet, brushing off the rubble. Lance felt a wave of hatred as he gazed down at himself. His clothes were absolutely wrecked. The pristine clothes he was wearing were ripped and strewn with debris. His robe was so tattered that he couldn't even wear it.

He dove for the laptop and his fingers clawed at the keyboard. "Don't touch it," Lucas lunged again. The third person who had stayed by the door stepped into the fight. A heavy boot caught Lucas in the ribs and sent him sprawling. He gasped for air. The pain felt like fire in his side. He looked up and saw the third figure standing over him. This one was smaller and faster. The flashlight on the floor showed the person’s face for just a second. It was not a professional thief. It was someone Lucas recognized from the Sterling security team.

Adrian and Frederick, the Luminos brothers, looked to be in their thirties and were very similar in appearance, but their strength was far weaker—one around 2,000 units, the other only about 1,500 units. No wonder one was second-in-command while the other could only be fourth. Across from them stood a man in his thirties speaking with Patrick. His appearance… was difficult to make out clearly, because his face was covered in wounds—some old, some fresh—leaving behind horrifying scars. Theresa introduced him. "That's Luca. Rumor has it those injuries on his face were self-inflicted. At one point, he believed that cutting himself was a prerequisite for gaining abilities." 'Now that's seriously

He had the perfect eyebrows and deep blue eyes, a strong Greek nose in the middle of a perfectly sculpted face. His best asset was his hair, A thick, glossy black with natural gold highlights that becomes brighter in the sun. "Who are you?" He asked and I finally got out of my delusion. I looked over to Mabel, who was still in the dirt. "I have to save her," I said rolling over to her. My mate's arm suddenly grabbed my arm as he pulled me up. "I asked you a question," he remarked with a growl. "What are doing here? Are you a rogue?" He asked.

But before the evil could consume him, a surge of energy coursed through his veins. Jericho's eyes glowed with an intense silver light as he tapped into an ancient power that few Lycans had ever mastered—the power of moonlight. The shadows shattered around him, dispelled by the radiant moonlit aura that surrounded him. In that moment, he transcended his own limits, becoming a force to be reckoned with. With renewed vigor, Jericho led his pack in a final push against the witches and their sinister allies. The battle reached its crescendo as the combined strength and unity of the Lycans proved too much for their adversaries to handle. One by one, the witches fell, their dark magic unraveling i

That only meant he caught everything that was going on. "The guy that escaped. His name is Damien." My voice sounded hoarse, and I pressed myself closer to Killian. "And who is..that?" Maria's mate gestured to Blake, hesitating when he saw what his Alpha had done. "That's Blake. Their hunters." My voice sounded small, and I felt myself relax as Killian's hand traced circles on my lower back. "Why did they target you, Luna?" Gabriel scowled. "Because I got away." I whispered, looking up at Killian.

Allen launched himself at Theo but was immediately bound by Theo's whip. He growled, black eyes menacing. "Let me go!" Rolling his eyes, Theo cracked the whip hard and Allen slumped to the ground, unconscious. Theo hoisted him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Come on, we have to get him to Luke" he said. "How is Luke going to be of help?" I asked as we got into the car. "Luke is a rare kind of fae..... maybe almost as rare as I am. He's a silver light bearer and a soul whisperer. It means, he can detach and reattach souls" he said, buckling up his seat belt.

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.