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Lightning in a Bottle
Lightning in a Bottle
Lightning in a Bottle
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Lightning in a Bottle

In the year 2047, an ancient mystery breaks free, tearing the veil between myth and reality. Pietro Bjornson, a young and reluctant Pope, is drawn into an impossible conflict when legendary gods—Zeus, Hades, Ares, and others—return to reclaim a world that has long forgotten them. As humanity grapples with the existence of these ancient forces, Pietro faces a crisis of faith that threatens to unravel everything he believes.

Tasked with holding together a world at the brink of chaos, Pietro is joined by an enigmatic guardian, Cassandra, and an unlikely alliance of ancient allies. But with Ares, god of war, and Hades, lord of the underworld, plotting to reshape humanity's future, Pietro must confront not only the gods but the fractured beliefs of a world caught between past and present.

Lightning in a Bottle is a mythological thriller that blends ancient legend with modern-day conflict, forcing readers to explore the meaning of faith, loyalty, and power in the face of impossible odds. For fans of epic clashes and timeless mysteries, this journey will challenge everything you thought you knew about gods and mortals.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherC.L Greco
Release dateDec 2, 2024
ISBN9798227567383
Lightning in a Bottle
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C.L Greco

About the Author Christopher "C.L." Greco, also known in the wrestling world as Guapo Grande, is a storyteller, athlete, and advocate for neurodivergent voices. Born and raised in West New York, NJ, Christopher's journey has been anything but ordinary. When he's not captivating audiences in the ring with his larger-than-life persona, he's crafting immersive stories that ignite the imagination. Diagnosed with ADHD in adulthood, Christopher understands the challenges of staying engaged with traditional storytelling. Inspired by his own experiences, he wrote Lightning in a Bottle to create an adventure that resonates with readers who, like him, see the world a little differently. Christopher now resides in Little Falls, NJ, with his wife Callie and their growing family, where he balances writing, wrestling, and preparing for his next big chapter. Whether it's through the pages of a book or the roar of a crowd, Christopher is always ready to bring the thunder. Connect with Christopher on social media or find him performing in the ring as Guapo Grande.

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    Lightning in a Bottle - C.L Greco

    Lightning in a Bottle

    By: CL Greco

    Chapter 1: In the Beginning

    Pope Christopher XXV - once known as Pietro Bjornson - sat alone in the Vatican archives, deep

    beneath the grandeur of St. Peter's Basilica. Despite being the youngest pope in history at the

    mere age of 54, Pietro was plagued with a restlessness that stemmed from countless unanswered

    questions, an unexplainable force pulling him towards something unknown. Tonight, after a

    series of unexpected twists and turns, fate had brought him to the depths of the Vatican archives,

    a highly restricted and secretive location that only a select few were granted access to. His

    position gave him the privilege, but it wasn’t mere curiosity that brought him here. Something

    deeper, older, called to him.

    As he sat hunched over the ancient desk, surrounded by the rich, musty scent of old parchment

    and the eerie shadows cast by dim, flickering lights, he meticulously turned each page of the

    brittle manuscript, its once pristine white pages now a faded yellow from years of existence.

    With every twist and turn, he felt himself being swept away to a different era, picturing the hands

    that had carefully penned these very words and the curious minds that had devoured them long

    before him. Symbols lined the edges—strange, foreign runes mixed with ancient Greek script,

    symbols Pietro didn’t recognize from any text he had read before. At the bottom of the page was

    an etching of a lightning bolt, intricately carved, its detail too precise to be accidental.

    What have we here? Pietro whispered, intrigued. He traced the lightning bolt with his finger.

    As soon as his skin touched the symbol, a sharp jolt of energy pulsed through his hand, sending a

    shock up his arm. In a state of shock and surprise, he stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding

    knocking over a precarious stack of books. His heart raced, and he instinctively reached for the

    necklace hanging around his neck - a wooden cross weathered and made of driftwood, a family

    heirloom he had worn since childhood.As soon as his skin touched the symbol, a sharp jolt of energy pulsed through his hand, sending a

    shock up his arm. In a state of shock and surprise, he stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding

    knocking over a precarious stack of books. His heart raced, and he instinctively reached for the

    necklace hanging around his neck - a wooden cross weathered and made of driftwood, a family

    heirloom he had worn since childhood.

    As he tightly gripped the cross in his hand, he struggled to catch his breath as the air around him

    seemed to vibrate with an intense energy, making it difficult for him to focus. The Vatican

    archives should be peaceful and silent, but something was alive tonight. The moment he stepped

    forward again, the desk in front of him made a soft clicking sound, and he saw a hidden panel

    slide open at the side of the desk.

    Pietro’s brow furrowed as he crouched down to examine it. A hidden compartment? With utmost

    caution and precision, he delicately reached his hand inside the container, retrieving a beautifully

    crafted, intricate chest. The surface of the chest was covered in carvings of storms, lightning

    bolts, and mythological figures. As Pietro gazed upon these intricate motifs, he couldn't help but

    recognize them from his extensive studies, as they were reminiscent of ancient legends and gods

    that had long been forgotten by modern society.

    His fingers tightened around the cross as he eyed the chest. He knew it was no mere artifact.

    With a deep breath, he fumbled for the lock. It wouldn’t budge at first, but when he instinctively

    pressed the tip of his wooden cross into the lock, it clicked open. He paused, his mind racing. He

    hadn’t expected that to work.

    In the chest was a bottle that seemed to shine with a weird, otherworldly light. It looked like

    glass, but it pulsed as if alive, radiating an energy he could feel through the air.

    This... shouldn’t be here, Pietro muttered, backing away slightly, but his curiosity outweighed

    his fear. He slowly reached out and grasped the bottle.

    The moment he touched it, the room shifted. The temperature dropped sharply, and a fierce wind

    whipped around him, swirling through the small chamber like a storm had descended from the

    heavens. Pietro staggered, trying to keep his footing as papers flew off the shelves, the force of

    the wind becoming almost unbearable.

    Then, through the chaos, the wind condensed, and out of it, shapes began to form. Tall, imposing

    figures—larger than life—stepped from the storm as if they had been waiting for this moment for

    centuries.

    Pietro's heart pounded. His throat tightened as he realized who stood before him. Zeus, Poseidon,

    Athena, and Apollo—all gods of ancient myth.

    No... this can’t be happening, Pietro thought, panic rising. I’m the Pope. I serve the one true

    God...

    Zeus stepped forward, his eyes glowing like distant storms. Who dares disturb the gods? His

    voice thundered in a language Pietro didn’t understand, yet its power sent shivers through him.Zeus stepped forward, his eyes glowing like distant storms. Who dares disturb the gods? His

    voice thundered in a language Pietro didn’t understand, yet its power sent shivers through him.

    Shaken, Pietro managed to speak, though his voice wavered. Zeus? Poseidon? He named them

    by their Roman identities. Apollo? Athena?

    The gods exchanged confused looks, their expressions hardening at the names he uttered. They

    spoke among themselves in a language Pietro couldn’t comprehend.

    Zeus’ eyes narrowed with frustration. He stepped toward Pietro, reaching out to him. "We do not

    understand him," Zeus muttered, his hand suddenly landing on Pietro’s forehead.

    Pietro froze as a surge of energy flooded his mind. His memories, thoughts, and understanding of

    the world opened up like a book. The touch of Zeus, the powerful Greek god, was not physically

    painful, but it felt invasive and intrusive, as if his all-knowing consciousness was sifting through

    every thought and feeling within the person he was touching.

    Wait, Pietro gasped, desperately attempting to break free from the gods' grasp, but it was too

    late. They had already begun to consume everything from him, including his vast knowledge of

    the modern world, his fluency in multiple languages, his thoughts on technology and history, and

    even his deeply held beliefs and faith.

    In a show of solidarity, the other gods gathered around and placed their hands on him, offering

    their support and strength. Pietro could feel the drain as though parts of his mind were being

    copied, downloaded into these divine beings who should not exist.

    After a long, agonizing moment, they released him, stepping back. Pietro stumbled, his feet

    faltering as

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