Cedric Thundermans Novels & Stories

"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.

I said and he nodded, dropping the plate on the table. Alexander dropped something on the bed. Something metal and very old and I looked down to see my old phone. God! Thank you! "If I get to know this business and it's something I don't approve of..then you're going to be in a lot of trouble THAWNE." He emphasized my name, before standing up and exiting the room. The room was spinning. Why was Scar calling? Did he tell Alex anything? Anxiousness racked my whole body, breaking my bones as I tried to reach out to him but his number was either switched off or not available at the moment.

Jessica started "Which Montego?" Emilly, another maid, cut her off and they all glared at her. "Anyway…" said Jessica rolling her eyes for special effects. "She was telling the senior Montego that they should celebrate Sir Dominic's coming birthday. There have been some struggles lately with the family business, so they need something to celebrate." She spilled the beans. "But I heard that he and his younger brother, Eric, don't get along. They once tried to kill each other." Emily interjected.

His whole body was filled with anticipation to see Braelyn. "Yes, Alpha." The guard replied and Cedric left the dark room immediately. Cedric's eyes were fixed on Braelyn's door as soon as he arrived, suddenly he seemed to be filled with anxiety. Cedric raised his hand and knocked on the door immediately. As soon as the door was knocked, Henry ran to the door with his superpowers and opened it immediately.

Apparently, that piece of trash, Theo, had lost! Excellent! Cedric was delighted, seeing this as his perfect opportunity to seize power. He had also brought along his sworn brother for this venture. They called themselves the 'Evil Shadow Tigers', with Cedric naturally being the leader and the sect's Fifth Elder, Paul Leaven, as his second in command. Paul stood eight feet tall but weighed barely over a hundred pounds. He looked just like a pole. How he had become sworn brothers with the spherical Cedric was anyone's guess.

"By Alpha Lance's side, Cedric can occasionally attend key events and meet influential figures. This outreach far exceeds what the Thunder Wolf Pack can offer." She turned to Adelaide. "I disagree with your earlier suggestion of Cedric becoming a leisurely noble. With his exceptional grandfather and father, and uncles who are heroes, Cedric must strive for excellence. He must honor the Frostfang Pack's legacy." With that, Audrey removed her wolf-head pendant and pressed it into Cedric's palm. The moment it touched his skin, the Thunder family's cedar pheromones warmed him through, and his injured leg glowed faintly gold.

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.

With a deft kick, he had the skateboard in his hand. “You must be my new sister-in-law. I heard you did some pretty impressive job of pissing off my brothers,” he chuckled, chewing a bubblegum. I lowered my head even further. “I am Cedric. Nice to meet you. I always try to piss them off. But nothing works on them. From bang! Shooting at them, poisoning them, stabbing them, bombing their cars. I have tried everything. Literally everything you can think of. But they never fall into my trap. Haha. But it hasn’t even been a day since you arrived and you’ve done the job pretty well. You broke their unity. I like you already. Friends?”

His hands twitched slightly at his sides, and his face was set somewhere between disbelief and anger like he hadn't quite decided if this was a rescue or a setup. "Boss," Thaddeus greeted, giving a nod. "Brought him straight here. No tails. No witnesses." Cedric looked like he could barely process the words. His eyes flickered to me, then Avery, and back again. His mouth opened slightly but no sound came out. It was time to make this real. "Cedric," I called out, stepping forward, reaching out to pull him into a firm embrace. His body stiffened on contact, still too stunned to react.

His eyes widen and it’s only now, at the end, that he realizes that he is nothing compared to me. I stand over him, my sword raised above my head. “I, Cedric Thierry, Royal Alpha Lycan King, dragon rider of Tana, the fire dragon, father of Kenna, the fire dragon and Liekki, Prince and future Alpha of all wolfpacks, sentence you, Troy, to death for your crimes against me, my pack, and the supernatural community.” “Cedric, no….” His voice is cut off as my sword separates his head from his body. As his head rolls away and his body slumps to the ground, I roar my defiance and my victory over Troy.