Lightning Hero Novels & Stories

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

Hilda yelled from above the clouds as the trails of anger and frustration were drawn over her face. "Strike her down! Strike her down!" Hilda yelled as a figure walked forth from behind her. This figure as he was seen rushed forth by the calls of Hilda and in his garment he was adowned in, he radiated a different sort of energy experienced. His powers were comparable to that of the norse god Thor. His were of no definite colour as this figure seemed to be lacking an iris. On his forehead was a lightning symbol which suddenly glowed yellow when the yells of this figure was heard. On his hand, he gathered lightning and rained it down below the clouds.

"Lightning. But when a Water Kryst fight against it, they make it their strength. Electrocute them with their own power when they used it on you." "But how do you know it's effective?" Hemera gave her a meaningful smile. "Because before I became a guardian of the Crystal Falls, I'm a Lightning Kryst." Chloe nearly bugged her eyes out. "Seriously? But I thought Lightning Krysts only have one in every gene--" she stopped rambling and realized something, "Oh, you're very old, then." Hemera frowned but Chloe immediately changed the topic. "Why would you tell me this Lightning weakness secret? Aren't you afraid that I might electrocute you during our practice?"

Jered jumped back before engaging Razion with another strike, who simply blocked it off. Fighting with fury, Keron thought. He stood up with a grunt and charged back into the fray. His left hand crackled with electricity. Razion positioned slightly to the left so that Jered's back was facing the approaching Keron. The Sergeant-Commissar smiled evilly before launching a streak of electricity. Jered sensed the approaching lightning and turned to stop it midair with a raise of his right hand. "Lightning?" Jered asked. "Are you fucking kidding me? I am the Lord of the Skies, boy! Of all the elements, you will send me lightning?!"

the Selfish Titan God mocked. The power Mane had used to travel to the Citadel so quickly, the very power which the Selfish Titan King had sent the directions to directly into his mind, was called Lightning Transposition. It was a skill that was uncommon; mostly because there were few who could control lightning and one of those few was Zeus. As the grandson of the famed God King of Lightning, Mane theoretically could use that ability as well. However, in practice the skill proved to be much more difficult to call upon than Mane had expected. The reason for this was simple: Mane’s control of lightning wasn’t at its pinnacle. Mane’s lightning control was mediocre at best, and this limited his

“And if it isn’t… it will be.” Danial screamed again as another bolt missed him by inches, sending sparks dancing through his aura. He stumbled forward, muttering every curse word he knew under his breath, while his lightning faintly pulsed — alive, growing, adapting. Far away, the world spoke his name with awe and reverence — “The Lightning Phantom…” Unaware that their supposed divine prodigy was currently running barefoot across scorched sands, half on fire and half discovering his power, while Raiden — the so-called Goddess of War — laughed hard enough to make even the storms kneel, her laughter echoing across the island like divine thunder.

We stood locked, eye to eye, teeth gritted, muscles straining. Then, through the clash of steel and storm, he hissed, “Who are you?” I met his stare and grinned, despite the blood on my lips. “Don’t you remember?” I whispered. “I’m Zevarion, the god of lightning.” At that moment. A jagged bolt of lightning split the sky and struck between us with a blinding flash. The sheer force sent Xareth hurtling across the courtyard, his body crashing into the stone with a sickening thud. He coughed, blood staining his lips. But I was still standing.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

The supreme god destroyers had taken over the village, and there was no hope for the future. The village of the Wolfsbane clan, renowned for their mastery over lightning, was the first to fall prey to the invaders. Alvin, the revered five-tailed alpheno, a vessel for the power of Zeus, the supreme god of lightning, stood valiantly against the onslaught, his lightning bolts illuminating the night sky. Yet, even with his immense power, Alvin was overwhelmed, his lightning strikes proving ineffective against the god destroyers' impenetrable defenses.

Then the announcer’s voice sounded from the speakers, carrying across the room. “Welcome everyone. Today, we gather to honor the joining of two bloodlines. Lucas Storm, heir of the Storm Pack, and Brittney Walsh.” A murmur rippled through the hall. Brittney stepped out from the opposite side of the platform, glowing in her ceremonial white. The dress clung to her frame like mist, making her look angelic. Her hair braided back with silver ribbons. She smiled a soft and sure smile, like she was certain of what she wanted. She stood next to me and whispered “Hi Lucas. Don't worry, we go this.”