Laxus Red Lightning Novels & Stories

Following that, it traveled up Andrew's arm in one swift motion, instantly surging into his mind. Andrew felt his consciousness flicker like a flame struck by a violent gust, plunging him into chaos as his world spun violently. When he finally regained consciousness, he discovered that inside his body there was now a strand of red light he could freely control. This red light was precisely Arcturus' ultimate killing move that had slain Fenrir. Andrew naturally understood what the red lightning was. Arcturus' Wrath, also known as Primordial Thunder. At this moment, Andrew was already surrounded by Fenrir's dark aura, in critical danger. Without a second thought, he unleashed the red lightning

For a moment, everything went white—the air filled with ash and fire, and screams echoed all around. Kael reached me first. His wolf form was massive, golden fur matted with blood. He crouched protectively in front of me as Magnus rose from the crater, his cloak in tatters, his red eyes blazing brighter than before. He looked almost human again, almost sad. “You’re making me do this,” he said softly, and raised both hands to the sky. The clouds tore apart. From the breach above, crimson lightning poured down, striking the earth in jagged lines. Every Lycan in his army roared at once, their bodies swelling with strength drawn directly from the Red Moon.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

She added. Laxmus’ anger was already at the maximum level after what his daughter had done. Now he couldn’t take the disgrace anymore. Without warning, he dashed forward with a sword in his hand. I don’t even need to use my ability to finish this worthless piece of shit off, he thought in his mind. It was almost like his ego had blinded his judgment. However, it almost seemed as though Adrian wasn’t aware of his surroundings at the time, but once Laxmus was just an inch away from reaching his head, he swung the blade so hard that it caused a loud whipping slash through the air, and it started to spark lightning with the strike.

They had expected a defensive retreat, not a direct assault led by the Alpha and his Luna. I leaped from my horse before it had even stopped, my transformation taking hold with a fluid, terrifying speed. I wasn't the clumsy wolf Jackson had mocked. I was the Red Luna—a massive, crimson predator with eyes that burned like the sun. I tore through the first line of White Guard, my claws shredding their silver-plated armor as if it were parchment. The silver didn't burn me; the heat of my own blood neutralized the toxin before it could take hold. I was a whirlwind of fire and fur, a nightmare come to life for the men who had spent their lives believing in their own "purity."

Her spine is readjusting. Amara screams some more, looking at me, begging me to help her but there is nothing I can do. My mother yells. Don’t fight the shift Amara, it will only hurt more. Welcome it. Accept it. Before we know it a huge Lycan stands before us. Golden eyes with a hint of red. All white fur, ruby red forearms and legs with 3 tails, 2 white and one red and a half-moon on her forehead. Thalia comes running. “I heard “then she stops dead in her tracks looking at this transformation before us. Is... Is that Amara? Thalia asks, shocked.

Regina. But beneath it was something else. Power. Raw and ancient. He followed the trail toward the clearing. When he reached the tree line, he stopped. Regina stood in the moonlight in her wolf form. But she wasn’t like any wolf he had ever seen. Her fur shimmered with faint red and silver tones, reflecting the moonlight like liquid fire. Her posture radiated strength — not just physical power but something deeper. The forest itself seemed to respond to her presence. Leaves rustled softly.

Lucas held the line, anchoring the battlefield, keeping the power from tearing everything apart. I was no longer afraid. No longer uncertain. I was the storm. The healer. The blade. True Luna. The Red-Eyed Alpha forced himself upright, dark power flaring violently as his eyes locked onto mine, burning with fury now instead of confidence. “This is not over,” he snarled. Lightning danced between my fingers as the wind howled around me like a crown. “No,” I said calmly, voice steady, absolute. “It is.” And this time, I knew it.

I sighed, there was no getting rid of him. We continued to walk trying to find Hunter. The sky grew so dark it felt like night had fallen rather than morning. Clouds began to churn like a bad storm was brewing. The wind picked up. Oddly, I noticed lightening. It was not normal; it was not right. The lightening continued to shoot down from the sky to one specific area. It was colored red. I have never seen red lightening. Something strange yet powerful was happening. I could feel it in my core. My own magic felt like it was trying to brew to the surface.

Never mind what the Lightning Bird had done to people, what had people done to the Lightning Bird? “What have you done with them, creature?” said Thassa, his hand on his sword. “You are tiresome, Guardian,” said the Lightning Bird. He even looked different now, thought Ilyria. He seemed taller, he strode toward Thassa with his wings semi-extended, his chin lowered. Fearsome, she thought, he looks fearsome. Yet still she was not afraid. “Astrapi,” she said, stepping between Thassa and the Lightning Bird. Astrapi, she reminded herself. Not Lightning Bird. “Stop.”