The Lightning Thief Novels & Stories

At that exact moment, a bolt of lightning came crashing down from the sky and struck both of us right on the head. My childhood friend and I were both hit by lightning. Right before we passed out, we still didn't forget to blame each other. "What the hell did you do to deserve getting struck by lightning?" "And why did you have to drag me down with you?" — The moment I woke up in the hospital, an extra set of memories appeared in my head. They weren't mine. It turned out I was living inside a novel. I was the vicious female supporting character who constantly made things difficult for the heroine.

Skandar said suddenly when they had finished their dinner and they would go back to the living room. Charisa was still loading. She was digesting the words of the man whom she had called the vampire uncle, the young girl had just frozen, Skandar immediately grabbed her arm and invited the girl to the garden behind his house. The two families stunned to see Skandar Hemingway’s heroic behaviour. Skandar was the man whom seldom spoke, but once more he had a talk, he immediately kidnapped his future wife. Their startled family was immediately melted by the ridiculous behaviour of anyone else if the person was not Skandar's mom.

​BOOM! ​A blinding column of emerald divine lightning descended from the heavens. Descending down the lightning pillar was Thunder Sovereign Fulgur—a towering warrior clad in heavy dragon-scale bronze armor, hovering upon a chariot carved from storm-gems and pulled by four colossal beasts made of pure plasma. Surrounding him were thousands of Celestial Storm-Knights mounted on winged sea-serpents.

Zeus already saw right through their plan even before they started the show. “How are there four of you?” Clara asked while struggling to free herself from Zeus but it was just too impossible for her. She tried and tried but ended up getting a choke. “I can create as much as I want of myself. I am the God of Lightning. Each lighting bolt is me.” Zeus explained and used his hand to pluck Clara's heart out of her chest. “Nooooh.” Lucas shouted and started running towards her, but he was blocked by another Zeus. Draco did the same, but what happened to Lucas happened to him as well.

“You’re slow.” He laughed once, low and quick, before vaulting off the mast and landing on another jutting plank, cutting through more corrupted flesh. The Leviathan roared, thrashing. Chains whipped through the air. One snapped toward Alessia. She ducked under it, grabbed it with one hand, and yanked. The massive limb jerked off-balance, exposing the center of its chest for a brief second. “Ianthe!” she called. “On it!” Wind gathered around Ianthe’s blades as she dashed along a broken railing, legs supported by gusts. She leaped, spinning in midair, and sliced both daggers across the exposed joint.

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.

Without a second thought, he unleashed the red lightning, striking outward suddenly. The white holy light in his left hand surged violently. Correspondingly, in his right hand, the red lightning, which was the Primordial Thunder, struck forth like a bolt from the heavens. Two high-level powers surged forth, crashing directly into Fenrir's massive werewolf ancestor statue. The surrounding dark aura let out a shrill, mournful wail. It was the howl of a giant wolf, filled with pain, struggle, despair, terror, and overwhelming rage. The dark aura instantly retreated, shrinking back into the statue in one motion.

With a painful grimace he spun to face me, his eyes blazing orange. I growled at him, sensing Dylan was in the treeline. If it weren’t for my supernatural hearing I knew I wouldn’t have heard him approach. Slowly my tattoos and runes spread over my arms, legs, and torso, distracting Magnus from launching his next spell. He underestimated me and he would die regretting it. My eyes blazed a mix of blue and purple, and with a slam of my fist on the ground, I summoned lightning like Thor, striking him in the chest.

“Hmph. Child’s play. Is this supposed to impress me?” Another streak tore across the sky, this time toward the fleeing citizens. Liana Stonefist leapt high, her fists glowing with an iron hue. With a single punch, she smashed into the lightning itself, shattering it with raw physical strength. Sparks scattered harmlessly, sizzling out against the ground. “Stay calm!” she roared to the crowd, her voice carrying authority. Beside him, Gareth Swordbane unsheathed his ancient runed blade and cleaved a descending lightning bolt in half with one effortless strike, his blade singing with raw destructive resonance.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.