Cedric Thundermans Novels & Stories

he said to Rhett, who looked down at the vibrator that he held and then looked up with a slow smile. “We have not been formally introduced,” Talen’s smile was wicked as he began to unbutton his shirt. “I am Talen Gawaine, of the Concordia. And you are?” “Heath Gale, Cameron Edison, and Rhett Salem of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies Triquetra,” Heath had recovered sufficiently to respond with his normal aplomb. He lifted his chin. “We have an accord with the Concordia.”

Charlie observed his terrified state as he coldly said with a threatening tone, “Don't be nervous. This is just an appetizer. There was a time when I killed a reckless scoundrel using heavenly thunder to turn him into powder bit by bit. To this day, I still feel that this is the way to deal with people who are destined to die a miserable death, so I’ll let you experience it thoroughly!” Mr. Chardon was both shocked and terrified. He subconsciously clenched the Thunderstrike wood in his left hand, attempting to activate the Thunder Order again. Having witnessed the devastating power of the Thunder Order, which surpassed the thunder summoned by Charlie, he believed that a last-minute counterat

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

They huddled in small groups throughout the cathedral's expansive interior, their expressions reflecting cautious anticipation mixed with lingering fear. The Shadow Knight dismounted at the altar, transformed armour adjusting coloration to remain visible without projecting unnecessary intimidation. This gathering would serve purpose beyond symbolic demonstration, establishing foundation for systematic correction rather than merely individual accountability. He recognized faces among the assembled. Mother Verna, former High Priestess whose questioning of corrupted doctrine had resulted in her excommunication. Merchant Mercer, whose family's wealth had been seized through manufactured accusati

I deadpanned. Cedric let out a low whistle, turning his attention back to the chain. "Remind me never to get on this week's bad side." "Trust me, he doesn't have a good one." I tried very hard to look literally anywhere else while he worked, but my eyes completely betrayed me. Cedric had rolled up the sleeves of his dark green jacket, exposing thick, corded forearms that flexed with every movement of his fingers. He worked skillfully, his movements precise and confident.

I ask, my heart beating wildly in my chest. “I think so,” he answers me, twisting his head. “It was just a nudge, really.” Derek doesn’t seem hurt so I turn to the static car by the side of the road, clenching my hands tightly. “Wait here!” Just staring at the car makes me want to pull out the door and give the insane driver a piece of my mind, but before I can make up my mind on what to do, the door opens and a tall man in a flashy suit walks out of it. He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

Dio replied,right before he walked out. A moment later and Dio returned with the required item. He plugged it to the nearby socket. "My toolbox." A man brought out a large toolbox. Anthony popped it open. His eyes gleamed as he pulled out a hammer. He slid a glove on his palms,right before he began his work. "Tie his hands." He instructed. Anthony pulled his captive's hands forward and placed them on the table. He held his left pink finger with gleaming interest. In a few seconds,screams erupted through the room as Anthony continuously hit his finger with the hammer. His force increased as the sounds of the cracking bones grew louder. He eventually stopped,but only after he realized the enti

With a flick of his wrist, he lifted Damien off the ground using magic and hurled him into the ceiling. Damien’s body hit with a sickening crack. The moment Cedric let go, he plummeted downward. Raven reacted instantly. She reached out with her power, forming an invisible shield beneath him just before he could crash into the ground. The force of the fall still rattled him, but he landed with far less damage than he should have. Cedric and Sage turned to face her. Their expressions were cold and calculating. Cedric’s gaze sharpened. "So you’re the one we need to kill first."

I continued to kick and scream until my throat and lungs were sore. I aimed my knee as hard as I could from the bed between his legs, and it hit its target as he cried out and released his grip. The other one lunged at me as I tried to make a run for it. I heard a noise and felt the electricity course through me. He had a tazer and he hit my neck with it. My whole body contracted, and I fell limp in his arms. He took the opportunity to throw me back onto the bed. Within seconds I was cable tied to the bed by my wrists.