Castle Thunder Novels & Stories

“WHAT?” “I’ll call you back later, but don’t worry about it. I just wanted to let know before you hear something. I'm sure Blue will get to him before anything happens to him. Trust me, it’s like someone turned on a kill switch in her, I can’t even get close to her.” Forty-five minutes later, hearing thunder from afar, Tanner looked through the window. “We’re about to get a storm.” Aaron got up and went to the small window by his cell.

He said and put me on his shoulder and ran literally. Thunderbolt features a nine-seat car with a state-of-the-art restraint system, an audacious 90 degree drop, with inversions, turns, and enough G-force to captivate us. The impressive orange colored steel behemoth's twisted layout erupts into the cityscapes. Experience the 2,233 feet of pure exhilaration, twists, bends, and plunges. "I have to admit, this was the final ride!! The 90 degree fall is something else. Isn't it?" I said.

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.

Blue Thunder, which had bolts of lightning painted all along its shell, nearly slid sideways as it climbed up another monster truck, creating a stack that had both Anastasia and my obnoxious brother screeching. “GET IT!” Knight roared jumping out of his seat so quickly he nearly knocked over the old human lady beside him. “Oh sorry, ma’am,” he said before bellowing, “STACK EM’ UP! STACK EM’ UP! FUCK YEAH!” Anastasia leaned into my side, her sugary sweet chocolate scent permeating the air. I picked it up past the layers of dirt and grime, hotdogs and beer, and various body odors. Fuck the mate-bond for making me like that scent so damn much.

“Tell me, have you attended Professor Draven’s combat class yet?” I groan. “Unfortunately.” Professor Starling laughs. I smile despite myself. For a while, we simply walk. The academy slowly waking around us. Students gathering and bondeds stretching. The smell of breakfast drifting through the air. Gods, the place almost feels normal. Then a massive shadow passes overhead. I look up. A gryphon. Its rider laughing as they dive through the clouds. Further away, an Ironclad dragon releases a thunderous roar that shakes the ground beneath my feet. Students barely react.

The thunderstorm overhead ripped the night sky apart, lightning casting harsh, jagged silver light across the courtyard. Down below, Chris Kensington stood, his fingers trembling against the heavy metal casing of the manual detonator. He looked up at the skybridge, his wet hair plastering against his forehead, his bloodshot eyes wide with unhinged, frantic desperation.

The Silver Peaks, once a theater of fire and shadow, were now covered in a layer of fine, iridescent frost that shimmered like crushed diamonds under the first rays of the dawn. Lyra Thorne stood in the center of the crater, her tattered shadow-silk gown fluttering in the biting wind. She held Kaelen tightly against her chest. The boy was still, his eyes no longer glowing white, but his breathing was shallow, his small body vibrating with the aftershocks of the celestial possession.

Their team got famous in the platform of online esports. Kratos could feel he had a soft corner for that girl so he used to protect her all the time, in the game. Kratos was the name of Nicolas Walker's gaming account. He was the one and only son of famous industrialist Christopher Walker who was literally the most powerful tycoon of Los Angeles. Nicolas loved to talk to Minerva and they used to play whole night. Minerva was little shy at first but soon she started feeling comfortable with Kratos and her teammates and she knew it very well Kratos was the one who used to rescue her all the time.

he said with a wry smile. Teddy looked like he was sincerely telling the truth, but his eyes flashed with cunning gleam. Below the cliffs of Storm Mountain in the north of the city was an enormous natural cave that was seemingly bottomless. Powerful hurricanes often hit that area and it was because of this that the city was named Storm City.

Surely Celeste creating wolves in the first place was interfering with fate. Movement from behind me catches my attention, and I look back, noticing the pair of them storming outside in opposite directions. I stare, marvelled that they can have a silent argument, yet the atmosphere still reflects the fact they aren't to pleased with one another. Theseus looks back to Celeste whilst three bolts of lightning shoot through the sky. One hits the floor before him, cracking the ground to leave a gaping black hole. One hits the floor in front of Celeste, but she protects herself with a blue aura that deflects the bolt back towards Theseus.