Castle Thunder Novels & Stories

With those words, all three Supreme Grandmasters exerted their full strength, unleashing their ultimate techniques and attacking Sebastian with all their might. Sebastian watched the three Supreme Grandmasters coming at him and shook his head coldly. "Let me show you the strength of a Celestial," Sebastian said calmly. As his words fell, Sebastian raised one hand high as if holding up the sky. He clenched his fist and shouted, "Thunder Strike!" Above, the sky filled with dark clouds, and thunder rolled ominously. Bolts of lightning descended in an instant, striking the hotel building, piercing through its roof, and crashing down upon the three Supreme Grandmasters who had hurriedly looked up

He grabbed hold of the air around him, his arms raised high, and summoned a massive bolt of lightning. The energy shot forward like a crack of thunder, splintering the roof above us. Glass and metal rained down in a dazzling explosion, a thunderous crash that shook the very foundations of the hall. The attacks combined—ice, wind, and lightning—all slammed into Draven. “Did we get him?” I growled, glancing over at Cythia, who stood beside me. Her wolf form was surrounded by a faint frosty aura, her body trembling with the power of her own attack.

"But I will not allow Krishna to fall. I will not allow Vosvak to ruin what we have spilled blood for." Kaelen moved forward, the naked steel of his presence cutting the room's buzz into slivers. "Then we go," he said. "Now." Outside the Citadel, the wind had taken on a life. It was heavy with the smell of ash and something that was older, a metallo tang that had a taste of iron and decay. The sky was a bruise of churning black; thunder tunnelled through the clouds like some immense, driven animal. Out of the distance sounded those noises which filled them all with dread the keening of plague-creatures, the cracking groan of earth splitting, and above them all that terrible, deep voice that

Stella shouts over the roar of the wind. “I’m not afraid of heights!” I shout back, tightening my arms around her waist. My fingers are numb to the bone, and I’m sure my hair has frost in it at this altitude, but below us, the most violent storm clouds I’ve ever seen twist and spiral, flashing with deep purple lightning, which is often followed by Zayn’s bright blue bolts. A battle of epic proportions is taking place–still. But not for long, if I have anything to do with it.

Bryat pulls her closer and nods once. “And this is Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie,” Thoran points to the remaining pair. “Of the Lunar Pack.” They bow slightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I am honored to have become your ally,” the man’s voice is deep… impossibly deep. It vibrates through my chest, sending chills down my spine. “You as well,” Martin bows his head. “This is my mate, Marcie,” Caleb says. She may be a werewolf, but her eyes are as sharp as a cat’s. She gracefully nods with a calm, soft smile.

Alex said as he moved out of the waterfall. He set me on the ground after we reached the land. BOOM! There was a huge explosion causing me to stagger backward. Alex held me preventing my fall. Huge clouds of vapor erupted clouding our vision. The temperature rose higher and higher till it had reached a scalding level. Alex enveloped us in a shield of energy to protect us from the impact of detonation. When the clouds finally cleared there was nothing left. The waterfall had vaporized and the Fire Cube had vanished. It was as if there never had been a waterfall before.

In a grocery store bag in the floor board is chips and snack cakes, as well as crackers and canned meat. They plan to only stop for bathroom breaks and refills of gasoline. If they stop for anything else, they will never make it to Minneapolis on time. Beside, driving in December through Montana, you are bound to run into some snowfall that could potentially slow you down. They need to save time as much as they possibly can. Hazardous weather could definitely be a major setback in their schedulted driving time.

Kavinsky got to the kitchen and met his mother perfectly fine but her hand was on her chest as her breath came out strongly. "What happened, Mom?", Kavinsky asked "Sincerely honey, I do not know. I was talking about all the things we could do together and Kaylee smiled. I picked up the lighter and switched it on. I saw her trying to contain something but her face suddenly turned pale and she shouted out forcefully. I guess what she was trying to contain was the scream"

Silence — heavy, suffocating — swallowed the room. Before I could order a single patrol, the castle shuddered. A violent, tectonic tremor ripped through the foundations. Glasses shattered and skittered across the floor; the stone itself groaned as if in pain. Through the open window, toward the northern horizon — a rift of black fire and boiling vapor tore open the night sky above the glacial peaks.

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.