Cedric Thundermans Novels & Stories

I managed to keep him busy enough to not notice but he stopped before pulling my bottoms off. “I want this, but I don’t want to rush it now that you are compliant.” His voice sounded disappointed. He left the room but before he walked out as a show of faith, he unbuckled my ankle. I rubbed at it gently and relief filled my face. I watched as he walked out. I grabbed the phone and typed in Nick’s number. I was so grateful he had not changed his passcode since we were together. “Dominic Thorn speaking.” His voice was tense and filled with stress.

-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.

Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing Scarlett rushed in from a corner. “They cannot hide much longer!” She yelled, her voice shaking. “Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs.