Cedric Thundermans Novels & Stories

“Well, well, well Little Brother. We meet again. This time, you and your dragons won’t survive. I’ve made sure of it. And you, Little Brother, will finally be the thorn that I pluck from my side.” “Troy.” I snarl his name. “You die today.” “You’ll find I’m not so easy to kill, Cedric.” “You’re a lot easier to kill when you’re not hiding behind others, you coward.” That gets a reaction. He snarls at me. “I am no coward.”

I took a hesitant step forward in a bid to hear more. Then— CLANG. My foot caught the edge of a rusty can, sending it tumbling. Shit. Shit. Shit. I ducked low. Hoping to God that they hadn't seen me as Reid’s head whipped around. Lucas’s father spun, his eyes scanning the alley. My breath caught in my throat. They didn’t see me, but they were alert now. “Who’s there?” Dominic Storm's voice boomed through the alleyway. “Show yourself. If I find you first you're dead.” Marcus threatened.

He shouts her name in dread. He desperately squints to look for her but the light doesn’t let him. “Katya!” He shouts her name but doesn’t hear her back. When Katya doesn’t reply, he realizes that it is silent. Way too silent. The Chanting and humming have stopped! “Theo…!” He mindlinks his Gamma. When he doesn’t hear back from his Gamma too, he loses his shit. Something is definitely wrong. “Charlotte…” He calls her again. He helplessly tries to see clearly but fails.

"That's right. I confirmed this with the locals who’ve seen lights coming out of his body while he’s meditating. Some have even seen him levitating. But the locals call him a monster or a mutant.” "Interesting…" Adrian's interests were piqued. The chances of an immortal living in hiding within Novemton were very low. Jerome would have had fierce competition if that man had participated in the legate selection. Adrian asked, "What's his name and how old is he?" "His name's Strider Hicks and he's twenty this year. He also has an eighteen-year-old sister by the name of Caitlyn Thorne. I've done some digging and found that Strider grew up with his grandfather. It’s said he'd frequently climb the

I just smiled at him sadly because I feel so tired right now that I can't even move my lips. "It's time, they're all gone," Kendrick said in a voice full of hope. Maybe if there's anything good had happened to me in this place for almost a year, it's probably meeting Kendrick. He's kind and caring to me, that I can't help but wonder if he's Benjie's legitimate son. Kendrick always gives me water and food secretly, he also helps me escape this place but all of our plans didn't work out. Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters.

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Grayson says, his upper lip curling in disdain. “It certainly is a possibility. The council is reviewing all facets and we have dispatched the TRACERS to find Alec.” The Tactical Response And Code Enforcement Rangers Squad, or the TRACERS are an elite group of highly skilled warriors that are on reserve for extreme occasions. They are employed by the Great Council and reside in Green Hill, when they aren’t on special missions they are rotated through normal patrol for the Green Hill pack.

It reminded me of Thanatos, but far more sinister, as if what was talking to me belonged in another world, a world where hell existed on earth. “You will learn to respect us, even if I have to beat it out of you myself.” It snarled, causing me to flinch. “Once I am done with you, you will have forgotten your alpha, forgotten anything that existed in your life before I entered it.” All at once my instincts kicked in, perhaps it was the prospect of spending any more time with whatever Adrian had turned into that did it, but it was enough to thaw my muscles and encourage them to move. I slowly extended my arm so I could grip the bedframe, using it as an anchor as I kicked out with my right leg,

He quickly backed away, only to see the fake mailman launching a kick in his direction. "You obviously have a death wish!" Claude didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, resulting in a loud bang. Just like that, the mailman dropped dead. Two out of the four figures standing next to Kendrick dashed toward Claude at lightning speed. Soon, they were tangled up in a fight. Meanwhile, Kendrick gazed at Thiago as though the latter was about to drop dead soon. His voice was dripping with disdain as he said, "So you're the man who's ranked 12 on the Tigrine Ranking as well as the king of the underworld in Rivershire? Heh! Turns out you're not as good as I thought!"