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He growled in fury as he swayed his body and lifted high in the air, catching a hawk that tried to poke his eyes. Thorin swung his claws to the hawk, sending waves of deep wounds to its face and piercing his eye with his claws. The hawk squeaked in excruciating pain. However, Thorin and I weren't able to prepare yet when the eagle and werebears lunged together, pulling me down to the ground. The wound on my back was healing, but these werebears held me tightly while the eagle tried to attack my eyes. I gathered all my strength to fight them, and when I was about to bite the bear's neck, a spark of lightning sent them all floating in the air.

He saw the letters scattered like broken glass across the marble, and his eyes narrowed as they found the silver journal lying miserably near my bare feet. ​"Thalia," he called out. ​His voice was incredibly low, heavy, and rough, vibrating with a terrifying undercurrent that shook the very air between us. ​I gripped the silver journal on the floor with the absolute last remnants of my strength, my fingers digging into the leather upon fully realizing Lysander's suffocating presence behind me. I scooped up the book quickly, clutching it tightly against my pounding chest as if it were a shield, the only weapon left to face the manipulative, monstrous tyrant standing in front of me.

Arlo just sharpens his blade and finds another angle. Honestly, it's a little attractive. Arlo's lightning plan moves forward in the most Arlo way possible—methodically, obsessively, and with zero regard for whether it might kill him. He messages the Thor Awakener. No reply. He starts researching lightning rods during lunch. Then during breaks. Then, apparently, during class too, because I catch him sketching conductor diagrams in the margin of his mythology textbook. I slide my own textbook onto the desk. "Just so we're clear, this falls outside my protection contract."

I sighed and took a Sherlock Holmes book but turned it back and went to another shelf. Don’t get me wrong, who wouldn’t want Sherlock holmes? I already read them so I don’t want to read them again until I can find something. Ah, of course, Harry Potter is here too, but I just touched them. I finished them already, mate. I wondered at the library until I saw this thick book covered with weird letters. Greek Mythology? I tilted my head and approached the book. My eyes widened as sparks covered my body, I suddenly heard the thunder roaring at the sky. My vision became blurry and when it got back, I saw a man holding a lightning bolt and said. “My daughter, my demi-god.”

I almost puke all over the beautiful dessert table. In a swift movement, I held his hand, gripping me closely to him, and summoned my powers to the tips of my fingers. I have the power to create a storm; as such, I can control lighting at will, just like Thor, the god of thunder. I shocked his hands, and he grunted, stepping back from me. When I saw him trying to pounce back, I lifted my hand, and the lightning sparks danced between my fingers... "Don't you dare!" I threatened, and his eyes flashed with the ones of his wolf. Of course, a commotion broke out, and immediately, Al and Dad were beside me.

Ronin shifts beside me, his wolf a dark blur of lethal efficiency, ripping into the second attacker without hesitation. The third doesn’t rush. It watches. Smiles wider. “You can’t kill us,” it says calmly. “We aren’t alive.” I snarl and lunge anyway. My claws sink in — and pass straight through it. It laughs. And reaches for Elara. “No.” Lightning tears through me. Not summoned. Not called. Unleashed. I slam into it with everything I am, storm magic cracking through my fur, electricity ripping down the corridor. The lightning anchors it — forces it into this plane, pins it like a bug under glass.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Gray’s POV I had barely made it outside the villa when an earth-shattering bolt of lightning split the night sky in the distance. Its brilliant flash turned the sea into a radiant spectacle, as if the sun itself had been thrust into the midnight depths. The ocean surged and bellowed, its waves churning like molten magma. Thunder rumbled, and lightning lacerated the darkness. In the direction of the coast, it appeared as though the world had been engulfed in a tempest of thunder and lightning. I knew this must be Archie’s Gift. Even from my vantage point, at this considerable distance, the sheer force of Archie's presence was palpable, an overwhelming power that seemed intent on destroying ev

The creature crashed to the ground with broken ribs, it raised it head up and look at Theo amazingly unable to decipher what had just happened The creature staggered back on its feet and dashed at Theo but Theo was much faster and sleeker as he leap high and created a fireball connecting it to the creature’s neck which was too slow to dodged the punched as he pinned it to the ground Theo’s eyes sparked with lightening as his andreline surged through him, he summoned a bolt of lightening and directed it to the creature as it struck the creature The creature yelled as the pain cursed through his body, the pain became unbearable and he yelled as he scattered into orbits Theo slowly stood on his

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A VIVID SCENE OF VIOLENCE THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! There was no doubt about it. The God of lightning and thunder was furious as he cast down on the earth glorious streaks of lightning brightening the night's sky; it was like a brilliant camera flash as it struck repeatedly. The thunder rolled across the midnight sky; it was as if it demanded to crack the world in two. Thor was angry with the earth because of people like Harrison.