Boboiboy Thunderstorm Novels & Stories

Jimmy Bellamy lit his cigarette, drawing in as much smoke as he desired before bellowing it out. What a godawful day it was. Bookehurt had a reputation of being extreme. Whenever it rained, everywhere was flooded. Sometimes, electricity would be cut off. Amd for days. When came the sun, however, blistering heat was the result. Same went with snow, wind, everything.

"I'm sorry, I just don't know how to do it. Are you not scared?" "Hey, hey, it's fine. I completely understand; you're tense, and besides, it's not easy news to give." He drew closer to me, rubbing small circles on my back, causing me to close my eyes in relief; it was comfortingly distracting. "Just prepare yourself and let me know when you're ready, okay?" "Okay." I answered quietly, jumping in fright as I heard rumbling thunder. "Shit, it's about to rain." And as if I had jinxed it, the downpour started immediately, pouring down in torrents. We tried to salvage what was left, but it was useless, so Thorne suggested we head to the cabin close by.

Craig’s POV The storm’s fury roared louder, tearing through the canopy and battering us with sheets of rain that numbed skin and blurred vision. Every crack of thunder felt like a punch to my chest, each lightning strike illuminating twisted branches and the jagged outline of Zane's territory with stark, fleeting clarity. The ground beneath my boots was a slick, treacherous mess of mud and water, threatening to swallow me whole with every step. I clenched my fists, fighting the instinct to slip or fall, knowing that even the smallest misstep would betray us in this chaos.

He stood up and took the dish from me. At the same time, he lowered his voice so only the two of us could hear. “Bastard. Haven’t you always been trying to block my way into the Translation Institute? Fine then. I’ll steal Wynnie from right under your nose. That’s only fair!” The next second, the plate slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor. Most of the hot sauce splashed onto me, yet he screamed as though he was badly burned.

Elona's POV The thunder murmured outside like a restless beast, rolling across the horizon in heavy waves. Raindrops danced against the window of the bathroom, their steady rhythm almost hypnotic. The storm hadn’t let up since the afternoon, and honestly, I was grateful for it. There was something comforting about being tucked away from the world, held in a space that felt... safe.

I ask. She shakes her head against my chest. “Booms,” she says. My muscles lock. “Booms?” I repeat. “Outside,” Bianca says quietly. “Thunder. It rolled in ten minutes ago.” As if on cue, a low rumble vibrates through the walls. I hadn’t even noticed. I’ve been too wrapped up in paperwork and rage to hear the sky breaking. “I don’t like it,” Sofie wails. “Loud. Shakes house. Like—”

"I'll have some sent over from the clinic. In the meantime, keep him propped up — it'll help with the breathing. Cool cloth on his forehead for the fever. Small sips of water, as often as he'll take them." "Is it serious?" "It's manageable. He'll be uncomfortable for a few days, but he's going to be fine." Lena pressed a hand over her mouth. She didn't cry. She nodded once and went to get the water. Toby looked up at me, his eyes glassy with the fever. "Can the thunder hurt me?" "The thunder is just noise. The lightning has already come and gone by the time you hear it." "So the storm is already over? We just don't know it yet?"

Lightning and thunder roared in the night air as Bastion prayed that his structure would hold. The thunder cracking and the bright, thick lightning began to put real fear into Autumn first. With each thunder, it sounded like someone was dropping a huge boulder to the ground. Autumn couldn't take it anymore; she jumped into Bastion's arms. “Please hold me, I'm afraid.”

As I searched my mind for answers, a sudden, violent crack of thunderstorm ripped through the sky, shaking the very foundations of the house and instantly snapping me out of my thoughts. I jumped slightly and quickly rushed over to the bedroom window, peering out. The sky had rapidly bruised into a terrifying, pitch-black hue, and the wind was howling aggressively through the narrow streets. It wasn't just a regular downpour... it was a severe, electric storm. "Abbie... are you okay?" Ruby asked from the bed, noticing my sudden rigidity. Yes, I was perfectly fine. But Demon wouldn't be. He was terrified of thunderstorms. The vivid memory of him shaking and sweating in the dark on the night I

And then my phone vibrated. Oh no. I picked it up. It was a text from Yssa. Great. Just what I needed. [I’m so in trouble, girlie.] I stared at it, blinking. Of course. This can’t be simple. It’s never simple with Yssa. I typed back fast before my brain could catch up. [What trouble? And why aren’t you in your room?] Her reply was almost instantaneous. [I’m in Bob’s Airbnb right now. And the storm is really bad outside. Like literally stormy. The forecaster said no one should go out for their safety.]