Castle Thunder Novels & Stories

I try to warn him, but my mouth was frozen and I can't seem to work my tongue. He's looking down at the snow, his hand clenching mine tightly. My eyes widen and my breathing speeds up. The snow is slowly covering my face. The dark figure raises a sword. I cry out for him to move, but my hand has frozen him to the gates. The sword comes down hard on him, beheading my lover. I want to scream, I want to cry. But as the last of the snowfall from the desolate sky, my eyes are covered from the horrid the sight of my king's glassy brown eyes staring at me from where he laid in the snow. I'm falling, tumbling through a snow vortex, only to land on a ground covered in ash. It is the capital city of S

Her mere presence simply irritates him. At the stable, they chose a good horses to ride on. Cristel ride with Alec for she doesn't know how to ride a horse. They chose to ride Alec's horse- Thunder Storm. It was a beautiful black stallion and it was the child of Black Tornado and Belle. She remember owning the horse the moment he knew that it was the decendant of Black Tornado. Guess he was that really fascinated to Black Tornado. She don't know why he named him Thunder Storm but the animal fits it's name for it was strong and storm like a thunder. He even hired a personal trainer for the stallion that even he was away from the hacienda, he can make sure he was well taken care of.

Storm As soon as we landed in Texas, Doyle hired an SUV to take us to the Hunter’s Moon pack’s territory. Upon our arrival there, it surprised me to see just how much damage had been done during the attack. There were burned out structures everywhere, and I could tell by the small number of people that were out and about tidying up, that the pack had suffered quite a significant loss in pack numbers.

I repeated. Nalu must have heard my plea because he immediately quickened his pace. I know that Nalu is a kid, and I feel bad that I was making him do a lot of dangerous work, but I was becoming desperate. Helighor and Iocules…I feel their pain. We got to an area where the sky was starting to darken like it was going to have a storm. A massive roar of thunder sounded ahead of us. But upon looking closer to the streak over at the horizon, I realized that it wasn’t a thunder strike. It was Silisk standing up and roaring towards the sky. And where he roared, thunder rumbled over his head.

Regus' expression gradually turned cold. Chester frowned. “It looks like you’re unwilling to step aside. In that case, I’ll kill you before killing him!” With that said, Chester’s energy surged as he rushed at Regus. The power of two laws, wind and lightning, suddenly appeared in the sky! Purple lightning flashed in the air, and the rumbling sound heightened everyone’s fear of Chester again. “The laws of wind and lightning!” “That guy is terrifying.” “The laws of lightning are known for their lethality and speed. Chester should not be underestimated. He might be ranked in the top three among those who entered the ancient ruin this time!”

Dragón de Hierro, the Metal God who had been frowning, kept his mouth shut, was about to answer when Rey de Los Lobos's Thunder God spoke first: "She fell Mount Atardecer, must have been crushed to pieces. Already." "OH! God of Metal Dragón de Hierro, is it true that she fell into the abyss?” The Metal God Dragón de Hierro glanced at Rey de Los Lobos's Thunder God, then crouched and said, "She fell from the top of Atardecer."

She instinctively lifted her chin, pride swelling in her chest, wrapped in an overwhelming sense of safety. With a loud boom, the sky burned. Oscar unleashed the full force of a half-Supreme. Thunder cracked. Kitherglen's weather was always volatile. Most of the days were spent in blizzards. Now, black clouds rolled in, blotting out the sun, and lightning slashed the sky. Beneath the storm, Oscar looked like a thunder god. He summoned lightning, wrapping it around himself. "Marshal Snow, let me show you my Thundering Bruiser, the sixth style!"

Everyone was killed except one maid. "You'll return this favor to me," he said to the terrified maid. --- ONE YEAR LATER Thunder rolled over the jagged peaks of Crest’s northern mountains, its rumble a warning whispered from the heavens. Clouds churned like a restless sea above the Stonefang Council Hall, where the spires of blackstone stabbed the sky like the spears of ancient warriors. Rain streaked the windows, and wind howled against the towering doors nature itself seemed to hold its breath.

Celeste: “I refuse your terms. I will not become the thunder that refuses to die. I will become the thunder that refuses to die alone. The storm does not outlive the ones I love. It lives because of them. Take it or leave it.” I reach up and rip the cracked Crown of Dacia off my head. Hold it out. The Thunder Crown screams (rage, fear, longing). Then it lunges. Not at me. At the circle. Lightning pours into all seven of us at once. It burns. It remakes. It binds. The two crowns shatter and reform as one (smaller, warmer, alive).

Vesper sat alone in a niche, a shredded glass in his hand, and observed the few guests with bored precision. When Raven sat at her table, not even a muscle in her face. “Carter,” she said, and her voice was a dark, velvety whistle. ‘I have belongs, there was a thunderstorm in sector seven. And where it flashes, you are usually the one who triggers the strike.’ “The Anderswelt bleeds, Vesper,” said Raven, leaning so close that he could perceive sharp smell of ozone on its skin. “Everyone builds