Cedric Thundermans Novels & Stories

I could feel the courage and strength that he was sending through the mate bond. “I am not even going to ask you if you would submit to me, because a refusal to submit to my Luna is a refusal to submit to me.” Anders squeezed my shoulder and I understood what I needed to do. Allowing Senna to surge to the surface, I used the additional strength and crushed Jefferson’s windpipe. The crunching sound was sickening and the look in his eyes as the light left them was haunting. Anders took me under the arms and pulled me up, embracing me. “You know I saw the whole thing. You are quite the fighter. I could see your mind working as he was coming at you. You have a keen ability to predict what your o

Levin Immanuel is Edric's close brother, both of whom have high power far above the Bridgette family although they still have close family ties. While Edric just shuddered indifferently at his cousin's question. “I don't care about your answer, Levin! How about Edric, you must believe it right? You are a cop, maybe in your previous life you were a cop too!” Celine forced. “I just believe, all this time, I've always joined the corpses and human bones in ancient times. And I really hope they can come back with a much better life,” Athena interrupted. “I'm not asking you, Athena. Edric, quickly answer my question!” Celine snapped.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

Soon a dark skin man with purple hair dragged in an unconscious Adrian. "ADRIAN" Angel yelled trying to run to him but Zhul held her back. When Angel realized the new comer could probably kill her she stoped and just looked at Adrian with tears in her eyes. "Don't worry girl, he isn't dead" the man said. "This is Cedric Cruz, the best hit man in the business" Rusty said introducing him. A few more men walked in dragging along Marison,Brix, Kent, Edmund and Stephene" "Stephene?" Angel questioned wide eyed.

"We should have dropped Chika Whitmore into the river the night we cleaned the central vault. Keeping that stray inside the bloodline was a massive liability." "Dwelling on old contracts won't fix the leak," Cedric growled, a ferocious, primitive hunger passing over his features. He wouldn't hesitate to erase my existence if my presence threatened his survival; he had no intention of yielding his high-table luxuries to a street-born heir.

The thunderstorm overhead ripped the night sky apart, lightning casting harsh, jagged silver light across the courtyard. Down below, Chris Kensington stood, his fingers trembling against the heavy metal casing of the manual detonator. He looked up at the skybridge, his wet hair plastering against his forehead, his bloodshot eyes wide with unhinged, frantic desperation.

Winston screamed as the familial bond broke and Jared walked up behind him where he had gone down to his knees and broke his neck. “Enforcers!” Jared said loudly. “Beta!” they yelled back. “Clean up time!” he commanded. I stood with Scott’s limp body still in my hand gripping his heart as blood dripped down my arm, “dispareo,” I said and watched as his body disappeared in front of my eyes. “Damon!” I heard Kat yell my name. “I’m okay,” I said to her as she reached me and threw her arms around my neck. “I was so worried,” she said as she finally let go of me.

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

"I'm finally here. I'm going to Mount Immortal. I'm going to find the thunder core and use it to truly ascend to Supreme level. That way, I'll complete my Thunder Tempesta Physique. When that time comes, Gideon, I swear I'll kill you." If Gideon were here, he would instantly recognize the blood-soaked man. It was none other than Oscar, duke of the Chapman royal family. Back at the Jaeger royal family, he had been defeated by Gideon and left in despair. But his will didn't shatter. Instead, he turned his hatred into motivation, made a desperate gamble, and decided to seek the thunder core in Mount Immortal. Oscar was only a half-supreme, but the Chapman family had deep resources. With some ra