Cedric Thundermans Novels & Stories

Just an endless red sky bleeding slow-motion sunsets and a floor that remembers every fight it’s ever hosted (scars, burns, claw marks, and frozen lightning veins glow under the surface). The professor is already waiting. Professor Thunderstrike (real name unpronounceable in mortal tongues) is eight feet tall, built like a war forge, skin the color of stormclouds at midnight, four arms, each holding a different legendary weapon: - a flaming trident - a katana made of dawn - a shield that shows you your own death - and a coffee mug that says “World’s Okayest Mentor.” He doesn’t speak. He just points to the center of the ring, where six obsidian pedestals rise from the floor.

Although I had expected as much, it did not decrease my urge of finding them. “They are very powerful and I guess that the leaders of other cities are behind them, so, you better not even think about going against them!” Marcus said. “That is not any of your concern! But since you are already exposed to the modified ultra-violent lights, I guess that you might make a good test subject!” I said, thinking that it was probably the breakthrough that Liam and his team needed. “What do you want to do?” he asked and I could discern panic in his voice.

Tiana growled, "Don't twist the facts with your riddles, Marvin! I see right through you. Whatever you're plotting with Andrew, Rhodes Corporation and my daughter are off-limits." At that moment, Cedric approached with a friendly smile. "Mr. Yates, Mrs. Rhodes, mind if I join the conversation?" Despite his eccentricity, Cedric's reputation as a renowned miracle doctor gave him significant influence. After all, people often needed a skilled doctor more than money or power.

Cedric said, "To tell you the truth, I'll be refining a Spiritual Energy Pill today! Didn't you just say that my Spiritual Energy Pill is worthless compared to a mystic pill? Then refine one and show us all! Do you dare to do so?" Cedric shook the waiver he was holding. A white-clad youth sitting behind Octavius couldn't help frowning slightly. His name was Nicholas Thornton, and he was the young sect leader of Medcity.

He definitely had enough life to walk and it was even easier for me because he could not even see me because of not enough light around. –--- ~ FLASHBACK ~ –---- He staggered towards his car and I cut him off as Thunder on the empty highway on his way home. Now even if someone saw me, it would be very difficult for them to know that I am Nicholas, a well-known professor at Silver Valley High. And now it was going to be even more fun to torture him. Seeing me — Thunder — he started backing his car out of fear, but when I climbed on his car and started hitting his roof, he tried to run away like an uncontrollable rat out of fear.

‘What are you doing? ‘Blue Thunder Foundation is a lie. You’re a lie. You left my sister to die in Cooper’s Cove.’ There were tears in Thomas’ eyes, but his expression was that of confusion and hatred. ‘You are a bad person.’ ‘Thomas,’ another voice, soft yet urgent. It was Agnes. ‘Let me have the gun, son.’ Gideon Codd was with her, he held an MP40 like a man who was more than comfortable with it. He held it on the youth who had threatened him earlier, a Blue Thunder regular who wasn’t influenced by transmissions in the ether, but because he was fundamentally evil.

Gently running my thumb over her fingers, I smiled when I saw her nodding, smiling back at me “why the fuck weren’t you answering your phones? Fucks sake, we thought something bad happened to you” “Sorry, we got caught up with things. Marcus and Celeste were there and we didn’t have the chance to touch our phones without them listening in on us. How are things back at home? How’s mom?” I asked, driving toward the pack. I knew that I couldn’t confront Carter with what Donatello told me; he would be rejecting the idea itself and seeing as I had no proof on my hands, I had to thread my words and movements carefully. One wrong word could either cost my and my wife’s life if I was right, or my fr

Now Regar reveals something else that makes her flabbergasted. "What?" "The boy is nicknamed Alphu, namely Alpha-Human, which means the result of a relationship between an Alpha and a woman who is not his Luna," Regar explained slowly. "Helena and an Alpha?" "The brother of Eden, the Alpha Eden. He is the Alpha who has been in relationship with Helena," Regar said calmly, and it made Megan step back spontaneously. Megan's body shakes, not expecting that her relationship with Eden, is also related to the mystery of Helena's death ten years ago and Elden, Eden's own brother.

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

"Indeed, Master Cedric. And if I may add, you bear a resemblance to a certain caped crusader yourself." ‌ Cedric couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the situation momentarily forgotten. "Well, I guess that makes Virginia my trusty sidekick." ‌ A pause followed by Harold's signature warm-hearted chuckle. "An apt comparison, sir. But let us not dwell on fiction. We have a mission to protect and a family to shield." *** In a covert rendezvous, Miller and Vincent's voices clashed like swordplay in the dark. Their partnership, a reluctant alliance tethered by shared frustration, thrived in the underbelly of their clandestine world.