Castle Thunder Novels & Stories

The moment the silver touches my thread, the mate-bond inside my soul doesn't just vibrate; it shatters with the concussive force of an exploding mountain. Miles away, Clyde registers my distress, and his reaction is instantaneous and total. The sky above the lower valley doesn't just turn dark; it is violently rewritten. A literal, localized thunderstorm of liquid black shadow-energy rolls over the basalt ridges, a terrifying vacuum that drops the temperature in the clearing into a freezing winter chill within a fraction of a second. The wind howls, a primitive, earth-shaking roar echoing down from the peaks that doesn't belong to a man, but to the Apex Predator of the South.

"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

On the horizon, dark clouds gathered, hinting at a storm unlike any they had seen before. The trio turned to face the horizon, their eyes widening as they took in the approaching tempest. The clouds weren't just dark; they swirled menacingly, lightning bolts zigzagging through them like furious, electrified snakes. Cassandra, her voice shaking, whispered, "What is that?" Elara, her grip tightening on her pendant, replied, "It's the Gathering Storm. It's said to appear only when a great shift in power is imminent." Darius, ever the strategist, began to analyze the situation. "That's not just a natural storm. It's dark magic. And it's heading straight for us."

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.

She kept running up the stairs until she reached the rooftop. As if waking from her trance, she suddenly realized how dangerous it is standing there. She was about to move her feet and go down when a loud rumble, that took the whole building to tremble, stopped her dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the wild lightning bolts striking down the grounds of the city. Goosebumps filled her whole body as she witnessed the clock tower, a few blocks away, got struck down and was blown away to pieces. Strong winds started to blow, making her hair messier. And then out of nowhere, somebody whispered in her ear.

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.

Remembering he asked Aziel to Locked the door did he forgot. “What are you doing here?”He asked. She jumped up her feet. Seeing him midriff, got her jaw dropped. His white towel was wrapped around his waist. Though it was a little bit pass his waist. Showing his perfectly curved V’ lines. The water was dripping down to his golden broad chest, the packs of his. The muscles, the tattoo on his chest and on his neck. No wonder he always have gold around him. She picture herself running her hands down his bare body.

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"