Lightning Hero Novels & Stories

"Wow, he must be a four-attribute mixed heritage dragon. Our ancestors sure know their way around women." "What? He's a four-attribute mixed heritage dragon and is half dragon and half human?" "Tsk, tsk. What a powerful bloodline." The Lightning Dragon's words took on new life just as before, but he decided to ignore them. All three Lightning Dragon martyr spirits shot out lightning bolts instantly inside the arena but did not manage to hurt Chase's avatar. They decided to change tactics.

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.”

Instead of him giving me a straight answer, he decides to be Diego Damian! "Seeing me in your dreams again I presume?", he asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. It's funny how that action alone was enough to make me go weak in my knees a Lil .. I tried hard not to make it obvious that those words got to me. It was true... I've actually seen Diego in my dreams... and of recent, I'll always see in between his arms and not legs 🤭 But then I shut down the thoughts because I know its only an illusion, he's just my hero and once I've got everything in order I'll leave..... so it's stupid and a waste of time.

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?"

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.

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.”