Kiss Thunder God Novels & Stories

she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in. I kissed her deeply, letting my hips move in slow, shallow thrusts. Every inch of her welcomed me in a way that made my chest tighten. She was still getting used to me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever. But then she pulled her mouth from mine, voice thick with need. “Harder, Killer.” God, the nickname never hit harder than in that moment. I smiled against her lips, my voice low and thick with heat. “Your wish is my command, Temptress.”

Only the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos can see through his moods and thoughts, and only the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos knows how to calm him down. The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos knew him all too well, knowing that when he was in a lousy mood the great hall would be angry, so every time he went to see the Lord of the Gods, the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos must determine whether his mood is stable or not. In the great hall of heaven, the Lord of the Gods was still sitting upright, just in the palace, except for the Fire God León de Fuego, there was no other person.

Inside the tribulation clouds, the thunderous roars surround Severin, and his physical body became even more terrifying under the baptism of heavenly thunder. The sheer blood and energy emanating from his physical body were enough to tear through the void. They were like towering mountains and vast seas, with a profound aura. After a moment, when Severin noticed that the effect of the thunder baptism was diminishing, he slowly opened his eyes. He parted his lips, and suddenly sucked in the heavenly thunder. The thunder within the entire tribulation clouds immediately sounded like rustling leaves in the wind, as it swiftly flowed into his mouth. The majestic power of the heavenly thunder ente

Why does the concept of me getting to know him, seem like torture to him? “For starters, when were you going to tell me you were cursed by the God, Jartre?” I hear a plate shatter on the ground as his heart begins to pound in his chest. “How…” I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.”

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

His signature water, fire, and poison tri-elemental vital energy aura was already overwhelmingly powerful, and now, compared to before, he had added the lightning element as well. When circulating his power, his entire body was wreathed in lightning. Combined with his naturally tall and imposing figure, he resembled a thunder god. Of course, the real thunder god would be Chase. After all, he was the man who had obtained Zeus' lightning authority. Seeing Chase's side with superior numbers, Klondike unleashed Black Lotus Flames across his entire body. Like scattered stars, they spread out and fell upon the Red Lotus Sect members below. The sect members who were touched by the Black Lotus Flame

“The Crimson Fangs come with fire. You smell it already, don’t you, wolf? The smoke. The silver. They plan to raze the ruins, bury me again and kill her, if needed if she doesn’t cooperate.” Ronan’s spine stiffened. “What are you saying?” “I am saying,” the goddess said, lifting her hand to the ceiling, “you may yet need me.” Above them, the stone trembled. Dust fell in slow spirals from the archway. Then—a boom. Not magic. Explosives. Lyra “Shit” She grabbed Ronan’s wrist, yanking him toward the stairs. “We have to get out of here.” The goddess didn’t move.

Save for the deep thrusts of his fingers that keep electrifying my muscles at a regular pace. This fear is the only dot of awareness that returns to remind me of the height I’m being herded towards. It’s forcing me to crosscheck my emotions, but I don’t want anything to surface and tarnish my exploding universe. I let it all wash away with the thrusting waves of pleasure and excitement that douses my newly discovered desire for a lover that cherishes me as his soul mate. Vyin keeps me heavily distracted with his shushing kiss and sleekly slips my jeans away from my body. The hairs over my legs instantly rise like prickles and his fingers burn over them along his deliberate slow removal of my