Cedric Thundermans Novels & Stories

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

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

He stares at his own chest, bleeding profusely. Adam smirked, his powers coming up again. "I'll make sure to kill you this time, Varca. You can withstand a thousand degrees of heat. But you cannot escape the God of Thunder." 'THUNDERCLA—' Adam was too optimistic. He was weakened with the previous move, he had no energy to fight Varca, given he couldn't keep up with his speed. To top it off, Varca was more than raged because nobody, nobody on earth dared to give him a scar.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Frederick glanced at him, somewhat admiring, and asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Cedric Graham," Cedric introduced himself solemnly, "I was once a general under the command of Lord Seiryu. He specifically tasked me with serving you, Mr. Lester, with full dedication." Frederick nodded nonchalantly, pondering over the name. Cedric Graham was the manager of the Golden Coast residential area. The name sounded somewhat similar to the manager in Prospera Corporation, Ivan Graham. However, in reality, the two were worlds apart – Cedric was a formidable tiger, while Ivan was nothing more than a rotten shrimp.