Luke Castellan Lightning Thief Novels & Stories

Luke explained, “That’s easy. We found a woman who looked very similar to Lyla and gave her two million dollars. When Lyla wasn’t at home, the woman sneaked in and wore Lyla’s clothes. I pretended to be hooking up on the bed with her and took some photos and videos. “Lyla doesn’t know about it, so she wouldn’t understand what’s going on. “So, Boss, I don’t actually have any relationship with Lyla. If you want to use me to threaten her, isn’t it a waste of your time?” Flying Rooster nodded. “You guys are worse than I am.” Luke smiled and said, “It’s all Issac and Bruce’s idea. They are the bad ones. I’m only paid to do things for them.” Flying Rooster smiled and extended his hands to open the

Carlos said with a grin. Luke gritted his teeth when his other friends made hooting sounds. His bodyguard Luis shook his head and headed towards the front door. It wasn’t the first time Luke brought him to these kind of parties. He didn’t even want to watch but Ram insisted he did tonight. He was even instructed by him not to tell Isabelle about it. When the bodyguard got out of the unit, Albert, Ram’s bodyguard and Gene, Carlos’ bodyguard looked at him curiously.

~Rowan’s Point of View~ “Dark Thunder huh, you have many undercovers living there,” I question. Not that I know shit about shifter packs, but it shouldn't be hard to find if I have the name. Something just tells me that Luke is a Shadow, he has to be. They’d never allow one such as him to roam free, unchecked. The fact that he didn’t attack or try to drain me, that he was trying to take Otis alive… it all adds up. If he’s a thousand years old there’s no way they don’t know about him. How many like that could there even possibly be?

Unfortunately, the hellhounds somehow grab ahold of my wings and push me down. Mikhail, Draco, and Conlan join the scuffle and attack the hellhounds who are holding me down. With the unnatural speed that only a supernatural has, Conlan rushes toward Cassia, launches himself onto Lukan’s back, retracts his claws, and stabs Lukan in the shoulders. Screaming out, Lukan releases Cassia. Before her body hits the ground, I fly up and catch her. Seeing that he’s outnumbered, Lukan grips his wounds and flies away.

It hummed faintly, forged from Silverthorn—the material Lily’s allies smuggled into the realm for him. Kyle’s eyes flickered to it, impressed and annoyed. “Fancy. Shame you won’t live long enough to use it properly.” Lucas stepped into the circle. The runes pulsed under his feet like a heartbeat. “You’re wrong,” he said softly. “I’m not hesitating.” Kyle lunged first. Their blades collided, sending a shock of energy rippling across the chamber. Sparks erupted where steel met spell-forged metal. Kyle fought with wild brutality—every strike fueled by hatred and ambition. His movements were sharp, unpredictable, more beast than warrior.

Even in the broad daylight, the shadows at her feet seemed to be vibrating with irritation. "It's too bright, Mommy," Lucian squinted, his golden aura pulsing faintly. Usually, he was the sunbeam of our family, but even he felt overwhelmed by the raw, unrefined light of the Forbidden Peak. "Keep your light steady, Lucian," Killian commanded, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark, tactical glasses. He looked like a lethal tourist, his massive frame compressed into a simple gray hoodie to hide his Royal markings. "If your light wavers, their sensors will pick up the shadow resonance from your mother and sister instantly."

Beta Ryan had already changed to his Lycan waiting for Luke. The sound of bone cracking filled the air and a black Lycan was seen standing on his two feet, his eyes were red with rage and claws elongated. Luke’s Lycan Theo stood in front of Ryan’s Lycan. “Take him down” Luke whispered to Theo. “Let the duel begin” Channel rung the bell. Ryan ran as fast as he could towards Fenrir but he dodged his attack. He sprinted towards him the second time and he still dodged it. Feeling angry Ryan pounced on him hitting his paws on his chest.

I threw casually. He chuckled loudly, “Brilliant.” He said, “but making an enemy out of me, incredibly dull move.” “But heres what you don't know Victoria. I am thankful for you. And that is why i need you to do me a favor.” He casually threw his arm around me saying. “What are you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes asking. “Its simple,” he circled me, with his hands clasped behind. “Years ago, Lucas fled with a girl named Magdalene,” he said. “He left everything behind, including the family name.”

“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.