Medusa Lightning Thief Novels & Stories

Bathed in the thunder was Oscar. In his hand was a glowing sphere, crackling with lightning. It was this orb that had created the terrifying sea of thunder. With his Thunder Tempesta Physique, Oscar moved through the lightning sea like a fish in water. Adding his half-Supreme strength, suppressing Lahava was effortless. No matter how hard Lahava struggled, it couldn't escape the bindings of thunder dragons and electric serpents. Its giant eyes were full of deathly fear.

“Do it! Burn these chains!” Faye lifted our daughter higher. The Lunaris echo surged. Silver light burst from the baby and flowed into Elara’s moonstone. The combined power created bright flashes that burned the nearest shadow chains into nothing. Thorn staggered back one step, hissing in pain as the silver light scorched his dark armor. “You think your light can stop me?” Thorn snarled. “I carry Nyra’s full power now. I am the shadow!”

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 was still standing and it began to heal. Zaerath pushed himself up from the rubble. His white eyes were wider now. Surprised. "How?" he said. "I am not a normal species," Kaelithra said, rolling her shoulders. "And I am not a normal werewolf. I am something else. Something your little lightning cannot melt." Zaerath screamed very loudly of Pure rage. He raised both hands and the sky opened up. Bolts of lightning came down like rain. Not one or two. Dozens. Hundreds. They struck the ground all around Kaelithra, exploding stone and throwing dirt into the air. The courtyard became a minefield of craters and smoke.

“You should’ve thought of that before you made me your weapon.” A crack ran through the void. Silver light spilled outward like molten glass. Maelis’s face hardened. “Enough.” She raised her hand. The dark surged behind her, forming a tidal wave of shadows that rushed toward Serenya. Instinct took over — Serenya threw her arms up, her sigil blazing through her skin. Gold light met black fire with a deafening roar. The impact sent both women flying backward through the airless expanse. Serenya crashed into the light web, gasping. The threads burned against her skin, but she clung to them, forcing herself upright. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, matching the rhythm of the light.

I stepped inside hesitantly. “Lightning is always bringing in new slaves. When will he get tired?” she sighed. Lightning. That was his name. It sounded rich and dangerous. She turned sharply to me. “But never has he asked me to prepare a room for one.” I shifted on my toes. Should I be glad a monster like Lightning was giving me special treatment? My instincts told me it was for his own benefit. Once he was done with me, I’d be discarded, given to his warriors, or killed.

I knew that we did not have all of the same abilities or anything, but I barely knew anything about all of this compared to him. Luna Ziyah stood up and mentioned that she had done more research on Demacore weaknesses and found out that they were weak against lightning because it was a pure form of light. “Raise your hand if you personally have access to lightning,” Beauty said. That was definitely one thing that I had gotten really great with and immediately raised my hand. Looking out over the crowd, I saw quite a few hands raised. “Now, also raise your hand if any of your people who will be fighting have access to it,” she said next.

he explained. Taurus still can’t even believe it. He blinked his eyes twice and again, glancing at Emily. The light in her palm was marvelous, yet it had a mix of fire elements. She’s burning as the light glows around her. "Defy me; no mercy will be given." Emily roared thunderously. "I’m no queen; I have the power." In just a snap, the light in her palm vanished. Her expression was blank; even her eyes were grim. She wore her dangerous smile at them.

Some still needed Full Moon to do that, some had a hard time battling for the dominance, and some could not transform at all. And Thea Whitlock, the daughter of one of the Shadow Striders Elders, was thrown into the last category. In the middle of the gathering, Nathan’s friends came to me who was sitting by the fire. One of them had turned into a small grey wolf and growled alongside their laughter. “How is it, Little Thea? Still can’t turn?” The tallest boy—even taller than Nathan—smirked, showing his white teeth.

“No, he isn’t.” When she said that, Braden loomed over her with a sneer. “So, you willingly came to the lion’s den?” “I doubt you’re a lion. More like a pussycat pretending to be a lion.” He placed his hand on her shoulder pushing her against the locker. “Still think so?”