Lightning Strike Novels & Stories

As she spun, lightning struck again, this time slicing through a tree nearby, causing it to burst into flames. “Leila, get down!” I shouted, lunging towards her. My feet slipped on the rain-soaked earth, and I went sprawling, but I continued to reach for Leila, desperation fueling my movement. Another flash of lightning arced through the sky, and I saw Leila’s form illuminated for a split second, the energy pouring from her like an unleashed torrent. The ground shook as Leila lost her footing. Her power surged, and the rain turned to hail, the sharp stones hammering into our bodies.

Only to be lit up by flashes as lightning dancing among the clouds. It came down like a shower of rain. First, it was one bolt of lightning, hitting a random tree on some random street side. Then it came in twos, then tens, then hundreds, then thousands. Tens of Thousands of lightning bolts rained down on the City from above. Each taking buildings with them, the level of destruction caused by the lightning in a few minutes was way more extensive than what the wind dragons had done over several days. "Saxon's son, I'm warning you, stop this and go home, I'll forgive everything up until this point but no more," The same voice came thundering out of the city.

The violet crack of thunder that followed did not just shake the air; it tore the sky apart. A massive, jagged bolt of lightning—not yellow, but a deep, blinding violet—shattered the heavy, oil-black smoke clouds directly above the basin. It did not strike the high mountain ridges or the tall timber scaffolding. It descended in a straight, roaring column of celestial fury, slamming directly into the open gravel square right between the high outcast shield wall and the front line of the Shadow-Claw vanguard. The concussive force of the strike was catastrophic.

​He reached for me, his gloved hand closing around my throat. ​And then, the world turned white. ​A roar like the end of the age shook the mountain. From the roof, a pillar of pure, blinding electricity surged upward, meeting the low-hanging clouds in a violent marriage of thunder and light. The estate’s lightning rods acted as a funnel, drawing every watt of power from the valley’s grid and slamming it back down into the earth.

Crack! A big bolt of lightning hit the tallest radar mast of the Benson-01. The metal tower. Groaned under the electric blow. It sent a lot of hot sparks flying across the rusty iron deck plates. The loud boom of thunder shook the ship. My dead left leg slid across the metal as I tried to keep my balance against the storm.

His spine still had the bruises from their prior encounter, and by the others tense poise, he had little doubt he would add more, or worse, without giving him time to explain. He squinted to see the relic, a chill passing through him that wasn't caused by the damp mildew seeping from between the bricks. As he watched, Am-Heh muttered something. Immediately the sky became bright, so bright it would blind any that looked toward it. Electricity gathered above, gaining power until a broad blade of lightening erupted in a jagged line down towards the centre of the city. The strike was thunderous, shaking the very foundations of the buildings.

“ Have you seen someone with this before? “ I shook my head. “ No” Technically, everyone in my family had a black lightning strike which started from the middle of the waist downwards. Even Mom and Dad's being longer weren't as long as one. And besides mine was a different color. “ Are you sure ? “ Jules asked again. I shook my head. “ This is quite intriguing Tristan,” he said. “ I think it's what happens if lightning strikes a person at an ungodly hour , we've never had such an occasion like that have we? “

Nine times—the lightning had struck him nine times—and yet, somehow, he was still alive. Each bolt had been agony beyond reason. The first strike tore through his skin and bones, leaving him writhing as every cell felt as if it were melting. The second burned his lungs from the inside, forcing him to gasp for air that wouldn’t come. The third shattered his consciousness—his mind splitting between awareness and oblivion. By the ninth strike, he had no strength left even to scream. Pain had become his existence. The smell of scorched flesh clung to the air, his vision blurred by blood and lightning that danced within his eyes.

I say defiantly. His silver eyes flash brightly, and in a sudden motion, he raises his hand to the sky. Not a moment later a bolt of lightning descends from the sky striking me directly. The air is filled with the sound of my screams as every cell in my body feels like it's being burnt to ash. When the lightning strike ends, I fall onto my hands and knees coughing and gasping for air as smoke rises from my body. “You… sick… bastard,” I pant, each word and breath setting my lungs ablaze.

In a dazzling display, it unleashed a bolt of lightning that streaked across the night sky, vanishing into the dense foliage of the nearby forest. Without hesitation, I focused my energy and teleported to the area where the lightning had struck. As I materialized amidst the towering trees, the acrid stench of burnt flesh assaulted my senses. There, on the ground, lay a charred and lifeless form—a stone-faced troll, its monstrous features now twisted in a silent scream. The power of the tower's lightning strike was undeniable. It had pierced the troll's thick hide with ease, leaving behind a gaping wound that had seared its flesh to the bone.