Lightning From Final Fantasy Xiii Novels & Stories

I have to assume that this is Buppig and his new mate. I lift Lightning Wielder into the sky, the light of day growing dark as I call to the storms, drawing the lightning into my sword. When I feel the electricity racing down my arm, I slam the sword into the ground, sending waves of energy and electricity into the earth, and rolling toward Lorelai’s army.

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?

I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes. He fell to a quivering mass on the ground and I hit the top of the roof twice, letting Aaron know we were alone again. The green Ute slowed to a crawl, but didn't stop. I slipped my gun back into it's waiting home and dropped to a crouch, searching the nearest bags for the extra bulb the boys had brought back with the new food supplies. The adrenalin rush had left me breathless and shaky, but I needed to fix the light. The longer it was out, the longer we had a direct, unlit path to the car.

“Just here. Just now. Stand with me one more time.” The hum beneath her feet strengthened. Shallow cracks spidered out from the base of the leaning stone—old fault lines shifting. Snow along the border jumped as the ground trembled. The Bloodfang’s paws spread instinctively to balance. His eyes went wide. Wind coiled tighter around Luna. She lifted one hand slowly, palm facing out. A faint, pale light arced between her fingertips in thin, dancing strands—tiny lightning that snapped and hissed quietly. Not enough to burn fur and flesh.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

Lyra’s POV. I wiggled around the chair trying to get off the ropes that bound me with the chair, anger and fear cursing through me as I stared at Xavier's dark deep orbs that exuded venom and the smug smile that spread against his lips. "Why are you doing this, Xavier?" I spat, firing my words at him like bullets. His smile grew wider. "You're just a pawn in a bigger game, Lyra. This is about Sage. Don’t worry princess, I may or may not hurt, so I won’t make any promises”

They needed me. I scramble to my feet once more, with Tobias’s aid ready to do what I can. To dig deep and muster the little magic left in me, though I knew it was all but depleted. “Hunji?” I mutter in question, no longer able to feel my mate. Suddenly a bright white light fills the surrounding area, I gasp for breath as the brilliance of the light warms me and fills my lungs with air. ***** LAMIA A supersonic pulse of energy passed over the terrain. In an instant, the elements that surrounded us froze. Tiny diamonds of droplets hung in midair, sparkling when a succession of lightning lit up the sky.

That was a lightning bolt. I turned around and met their shocked gazes. Beauty’s shocked look lasted less than a minute before mischievousness took its place. I was certain that she and Nika were already tossing around some great ideas when it came to interrogation techniques. I would have to say that there was plenty of potential there. “That’s fascinating. The lightning materialized instead of being pulled down from the sky like elementals would have to do. See if you can pushed it out to the wall like you did with the frost blast,” Jaxon said, curious to see its limitations.

With every ounce of strength, I held back the storm inside me. My voice trembled as I kept my anger under control, but my words cut like glass. "Get out, Lucas. Don't ever show up in front of me again. You make me sick!"

"Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally." Rita closed her eyes, pressing her palms to the cold stone floor. She expected to feel nothing—or at least, very little. She was a novice, after all. But the moment she reached for the energy, it answered. A surge of warmth shot up her arms, and before she could stop it, a pulse of golden light flickered between her fingers. The ground beneath her trembled slightly, like a sigh. A hush fell over the nearby students. Freda’s eyes widened. "Rita—"