Ball Lightning Novels & Stories

Andrew responded, but I could tell that I wasn’t distracting him as well as before, now that my husband started cutting into his scalp. “It is because they are reflecting light from the sun.” “Some clouds are grey.” Andrew said as if he was trying to call me out on what I said. “That is because clouds can carry millions of gallons of water and the sun can’t reflect through them.” I told him, gaining more of his attention. “Also, a bolt of lightning is five times more hot than the temperature of the sun.” I added, to keep the conversation flowing. “Do you have anything about animals?” Andrew asked, evidently no longer interested in the facts about the weather.

Cassian shouted, "Let the lightning strike!" A rumbling sound split the air, and five bolts of violet lightning appeared in the sky without any warning. By the time Pomona sensed danger, it was too late for her to avoid the attack. She had to watch as the five bolts of lightning struck her. Immediately, her bones cracked, and she was thrown over 30 feet aside, just barely alive. The lightning disappeared as quickly as it appeared, vanishing the moment it struck her. Dunley hurried over to Cassian, frantically asking, "Was that the Covenant of Lightning that you just used? One of the Madiora enchantments?"

Back at home, my parents comforted me for a long time until the storm inside me gradually calmed. I opened my laptop and logged onto the observatory's website and social media platforms, only to find that my post had gone viral. The comment sections were flooded with reactions of shock and disbelief. "Oh my god, is that what Professor Thorne is really like?"

Kira pointed out the brickwork of the roads, which was made from concrete and asphalt. "There's nothing like this at home. Are those lights?" Ricky pointed to an arched pole with a glass ball in it. "How does it work?" "There are some angels who are born with the power over light. They can make lightning, little balls of light, anything with light. They had an idea to make a device that harnesses a crystal of light when the sun goes down, and thus, lights." Nyxie looked to Kira. "We should talk to the elders about that. It'd definitely help."

“Oh, you won’t remember, you would have been just a small child. The Lightning Bird would appear, people would die. And it wasn’t just Idixat. It was my home, Isfap, Oren, Itoulp … even among the desert nomads.” Ilyria recalled the superstition she had grown up with. That the Lightning Bird was a portent of chaos, of unravelling, that he was warning or blessing depending on who was telling the story. Well, she had thought it just a superstition. “He killed them?” she asked.

His friends couldn’t do anything but stand their sulking. Demi and Victoria headed back towards the road. Victoria really wanted something cold. “Hey what about a snowball?” Victoria looked at her puzzled. “Don’t you mean shaved ice?” “No, I mean snowball. When they place it in a cone it looks like a snowball with syrup all over it.” “That’s shaved ice.” “Tomato, tomahto. Same thing.” “It is not.” “The hell it ain’t. I wont ever not call it that.” “I don’t know whether to call you country or just call you weird.”

Landon never takes orders from me. Just as I am about to step into the mouth of the cave, a blinding flash of light breaks from the skies and descends. The crackling energy of the lightning strike sends a shockwave through the surroundings and the ground actually shakes. What the? Earthquake? Here? Another lightning cuts through the dark sky. It is so bright that I have to shield my eyes. The after image burns in my vision and I have to momentarily stop for a whole. Thunder roars behind me as if the god of thunder himself has waged war against mother earth.

Adrian nodded understandingly. In the next moment, bursts of dazzling lightning shot out of Alfie's eyes. Every pore on his body surged with electricity, and even his hair floated like it was being charged. The Thunder Emperor's sword emitted a deafening shockwave and pierced through the clouds. In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed by the strike, revealing the sunlight behind them.

She spun away and threatened her retrieved wooden spoon at him. "What was that?" Alex asked accusingly, as if he had been the cause. "Well, the light is called lightning, and the noise is thunder," he said as if talking to a child. She scowled at him. He pointed out to the hills. "The charges in the clouds separate and then discharge energy. When the lightning strikes, it creates a pressure wave, which we hear as sound."

he said, voice low, reverent. “No,” Aria answered softly, her fingers brushing the crackling shard. “It’s only begun.” Above them, the skies churned with growing unrest. Lightning cracked again, brighter, louder—closer. Lena stepped forward, gaze fixed on the horizon. “She’s moving.” They all turned. Far in the distance, beyond the canyon walls and the storm-wreathed peaks, a second bolt of light—not natural, but sharp, silver-edged and unnatural—ripped through the clouds.