Persephone Lightning Thief Novels & Stories

Orion Seris' dad begged as he crawled forward but was immediately restrained. Seris up as she walked to where her previous pack member was, begging and asking for forgiveness. “A pregnant woman should not be involved in this pitiful charade. Rise Persephone.” Seris commanded as the knights immediately help Persephone up her feet. Seris looked at her womb as she smiled. “The last of the Silver Pack.” Seris muttered as the members of the pack immediately began to beg. She looked at a sobbing Raymond, and then her eyes finally met with a sobbing Estella.

Slowly, he let her go, stepping back as her voice grew more strained. “We’re through,” she said softly, almost bitterly. “Treat me as an enemy if you have to. Perseus is a threat to the world—a monstrosity that must be eradicated. Even if it means taking down every lycan, including you.” …end of flashback…

I’m about to shift, ready to do what Emlyn is doing, but just as I start to pull on Hera, I hear her. “Time for you to die, bitch. You deserve this after all the pain you’ve caused me.” Lorelai unleashes all of her lightning onto Hera, hitting us in the chest, the lightning rippling across her entire body. The pain is excruciating as I feel the lightning hit our heart, stopping it from beating. As Hera collapses onto the ground, and I hear Aolis scream, my last thought is to use my gift to protect and save my mate before the darkness takes me.

A profound and ominous aura emanated from the dark clouds and manifested into dozens of serpent-like flashes that descended with a cacophony of roars. Undaunted, Diane and the girls confronted the thunderous onslaught head-on! They unleashed their spiritual treasures, invoked formidable techniques, and stood firm in the face of the tribulation. Half a day and 81 thunderbolts later, Diane and the girls emerged pale and listless. Their exhaustion caused Severin to feel a pang of distress. He produced four rays of spiritual light, replenishing the girls' depleted energy with the power of creation from his Small Thousand Worlds. As Gilda regained her composure, a proud smile graced her lips. "We

I nodded and sighed, stepping into the room. “Now then. What is all this arguing about? And speak one at a time.” I warned, pointing at Persephone then Katrina in turn. As if they had just thawed, they both rubbed their jaws, moving their mouths as if they couldn’t before. “Okay… so cool new power. But never do that shit again.” Persephone frowned. I blinked because I hadn’t even realized I’d done anything. “And of course, you didn’t know you did it. We don’t know what Light can do but maybe not tap into her power to use on the family.” Persephone grumbled.

Her pendant glowed. Mother’s Lux—soft, warm, and protective—bloomed over her chest. A barrier formed—thin, shimmering but strong. The moment Morthos’s hand touched it—a burst of silver light blasted outward. Morthos recoiled violently, stumbling back. A crack tore across his mask. A long one down to the center. He hissed. “You carry her light…” The priest’s voice trembled for the first time. “The First Empress’s heir!” Ariadne lifted her staff. Ianthe raised her hand. Kael stepped forward. Eryx bared his blade.

“Don’t waste your breath. She’s completely lost her mind. Send her back to Tartarus. At least there she can’t hurt anyone.” She leaned against his shoulder, her voice soft with sorrow, as if she pitied me. Caelum looked at Seraphina, then at me. He called for the guards. “Drag her back to Tartarus. This time use lightning. She comes out when she confesses, and not before.” The guards took me by both arms and dragged me toward the door. Outside there was a massive crack of sound, an explosion, and a figure stood in the doorway, wrapped in gold lightning.

Pheles zigzagged across the ground, paws skidding as he dodged the shadows by inches. The void slid off the sun like the end of an eclipse. With a powerful leap, Pheles launched himself skyward. The second stretched. Pheles remained suspended in air as an inferno of lightning exploded out from his glowing throat. Graves imploded. Bolts slammed into the ground around Madness from every direction, trapping him, his shadows, and the Obsidian throne in a prison of lightning. Pheles landed on Zxlorthon’s back hard, claws scraping against his scales.

It appeared with Zephyr’s dragon-like roar. Immediately, the evil aura was shattered by a godly power. Zephyr could be seen holding on to an unparalleled giant blue Lightning Spear that shot down towards his assailants. The Lightning Spear was quaint but profound. It carried an earth-shattering light that was filled with terrifying destructive Electrical power.

She didn’t know what would happen if she used her ability this way for too long, but apart from feeling unrivaled exhaustion, she could feel her arms numbing and her thread’s glow was growing weaker and weaker by the minute. “Don’t sweat it, Hera,” whispered Sheels, her hands in the air as she pushed away yet another warrior swinging his sword everywhere, trying to find the barrier that was not allowing them a closer look to them. As he fell down the ground, tumbling with his comrade, Perry took the time to grab the gun she’d been hiding in the garter of her leggings, rolled it in her hands, and shoot without hesitation. There was a loud bang and two warriors collapsed on the ground, both th