Cedric Thundermans Novels & Stories

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

His curls bounced with each step. His golden eyes shone under the lantern lights. Cedrick saw everything. I heard his breath hitch, heard the sharp inhale of realization cutting through the night. And then—silence. A silence so heavy, so suffocating, it felt like the world itself had stopped breathing. Thrace reached me, wrapping his little arms around my leg. I placed a hand on his soft curls, forcing myself to remain calm. "Wy don't you allow me to introduce myself to him?" Cedrick’s voice was barely above a whisper, but there was something sharp beneath it. Something lethal.

Pity he's now dead, otherwise I'd have done it myself. I centre my attention back on the issue at hand as I look at Maybelline searchingly. "There's something I still don't understand. I died, so how did you bring me back to life, and -" "Oh, Batista, I've been following you for awhile now, ever since you rose in rank, reinvented yourself and became Ash Thunder, as if you were trying to wipe away the past." She sighs and stands as she begins to pace. "The DEA works closely with the best scientists, and we have at our disposal, ground- breaking drugs, not yet tested, but still quite potent. It's what we use in helping targets."

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

I slap his shoulder, feeling almost relaxed, for the first time since Flame went missing and I like it. "Oh yes, do it harder… no, no, wait…" He mimics struggling to wrench his potential vampire mates' teeth from his neck. "Ok, that's made me feel better, maybe I'm ok with wait…" He stops talking, both our heads snapping towards the raised voices we hear coming from inside the cells and, as one, we race inside. "Don't you fucking die too. Not yet." Levi, my father's Gamma, shouts as he wrenches one of the rogues from his chains. The guy is convulsing, saliva and bile spilling from his mouth as he grins maniacally at us all.

Without Luna, Cedric felt like a king deprived of his crown, like a thunderbolt deprived of its lightning. Among these worries, Cedric hides a more profound secret. He, the valiant Alpha King, was unable to control his transformation. Several times, his power explodes out of him, turning him into a vicious and unpredictable figure. Cedric struggles to hide this dark side, especially in front of Selena, the woman he's been getting close to.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

His vision had sharpened into a terrifying, high-contrast spectrum; he could see the thermal signatures of the humming processors, and more importantly, he could see the frantic, pulsing heat-map of the man standing across from him. Cillian Thorne—the "C-01" construct—was no longer the poised, aristocratic savior of the New York Stock Exchange. His midnight-blue suit was shredded, revealing skin that wasn't bruised purple, but scorched a metallic grey where Dominic’s electrical surge had cooked the synthetic marrow. He was leaning against a rack of humming blades, his fingers clawing into the steel casing until the metal groaned and buckled.

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

Rumors of their resurgence reached international intelligence networks, yet none could predict the precision, or the cruelty, of their potential assault. Cedric, aware of every ripple of danger, had already anticipated this. He stood in the private study of the Fleming estate, the polished wood reflecting the low glow of his desk lamp. His expression, calm yet unreadable, was the very image of composed authority. But the subtle twitch in his hand, a shadow of Grimm, his underworld persona, belied the storm he controlled.