Castle Thunder Novels & Stories

Somewhere in the depths of Castle Veilridge, Cris Orven was awake - and that knowledge tugged stronger than any crown or vow. Thunder growled across the mountains. Lightning flashed white against the banners, and Leo’s breath caught. The storm was coming, and it carried a name he could almost remember.

“He should know before anyone else, since today, we are to be joined. There should be no secrets between us.” Kastiel’s eyes widened, and a small smile played at his lips. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. I trust you, I love you. Always.” I felt my heart swell, yet I held the truth tightly, letting the moment linger. Then, with a calm that sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the room, I declared, “Kastiel, I am the real Lady Thunderstorm.” The room froze. Silence fell, broken only by sharp gasps of disbelief. “What?” Kyle’s voice cracked, a mixture of fury and fear. “You… you’re joking. There’s no way. That’s impossible.”

she asked with a smile. “Never better.” He said as he kissed her gently. “now let’s get home so we can move on to the next stage.” “I think that is the plan.” Deanna said as she looked at him, “Whatever comes next is going to be fine as we move on.” “The next part is the main part of the storm. We are just close to the eye wall.” Max said as he shut the door to the van and walked around. As he did Deanna thought to herself, they will just have to break the eye wall themselves.

The thunder had barely faded from the mountains when Kael stood at the edge of the ravine, his boots digging into the rain-soaked earth. The clouds overhead churned with the remnants of the storm, casting eerie shadows across the land like long, reaching fingers. Behind him, the warriors of Silverclaw stood in tense silence, their gazes flicking between their Alpha and the horizon ahead — where the final confrontation loomed.

All Kale does when he comes around is to drink and finish my cereal. "Fancy you calling me" David sassed. "Don't be a dick this early in the morning" I snap, pinching the bridge of my nose. "What do you want?" "I need to talk to you...um...about Stormy" I insinuated. There's a long stretch of silence. "She travelled for Canada this morning" David says. "I know" I confess and my heart is beating against it's ribcage like hell, I'm going to loose my heart. "Is...is she coming back though?"

The Denver Coliseum was a cauldron of noise and color, black, red, and purple banners rippling above a crowd hungry for history. The Cannibals had been here before—on the edge of greatness, the city’s hopes on their shoulders. But tonight, the stakes felt different. The Texas Thunder, self-anointed “Cannibal Killers,” were in town, swaggering and vengeful after nearly toppling Denver in the regular season. The media called it a grudge match. The fans called it destiny.

she threw a warm smile over her shoulder, directed at Elliot. I moved back a little, walking slowly next to Elliot, “Is she talking about Chaos?” I whispered. “Mhmm,” he responded with a light nod. My mind was swirling with questions. How did she know with a single glance at Elliot? Xantha’s main castle was stunning. The exterior was a deep, almost black-blue stone with creeping vines covering a large portion of the walls. Crystal clear blue waters surround the base of the castle, flowing into nearby canals that traveled away from the castle. The guards posted on each side of the door bowed as we walked across the bridge before opening the large double doors.

Then he gently massaged her ankle. Henry didn't deny her beautiful and soft skin as he massaged. Her thighs were slender and long, such that he could almost imagine himself feeling them with his hands. He had to shake off those dirty thoughts and concentrate on helping her. It wasn't his desire to fall in love with an employee of the CRUZ company though, he was allowed to do it.

Each one stood on side with a barrier in between them. Suddenly, the sound of horse neighs infiltrated the air. The horses raised their hoofs and stomped the ground, trampling the stones to smitherines. "You want this white thunder, you must be dreaming," Raek Sheen said. The crowd were stunned, "so, that's really the white thunder?" "It's so beautiful, now I know what the white thunder looks like." "Incredible, that's really the white thunder." Jake smirked, "not only will I take the white thunder, I'll take the black thunder as well."

He kept giving me sideways glances like he wanted to say something but knew better. “You're gonna snap,” he finally said. “I can smell the storm building in you.” ~~~ The moment I stepped into the hallway, I regretted showing up. There he was. Lucas Storm. Standing at his locker, his usual crowd was hanging around him. Boys from the football team, a few senior girls practically drooling. And then her. Brittney. She had her claws hooked into his bicep, her fake laugh bubbling like syrup, too sweet and toxic.Her body was angled towards him like she belonged there.