Lightning Strikes Twice Movie Novels & Stories

The pure electricity jumped from his finger and onto her skin as he traced her spine up and down. "Mage! You dare use magic on me!" she snarled. All she heard back was the soft chuckle as he kept it up, the small spurts of lightning dancing on her skin. He stopped momentarily teasing her as he started to just swirl around her upper back, the lightning still crackling.

From the little space in between the two curtains, he got a bit chance to take a glimpse from the inside. He chuckles when he sees the two guys got in without any hassle and he's proud of them. So proud of himself being a part of this brotherhood, a sick and out of mind brotherhood. Nick saw how Mahiriko peeps from the curtain and opens it giving the two an okay sign before him and Klyde goes deeper inside the victim's house. "It's time for the light to go dark-dark." Mahiriko recited and turns the fuse off. Another lightning strikes with it's roaring thunderclap. It was close, too close from them. Just by the trees. It sparked and brought a tree down, sliced in half like it's just a bread.

My popularity and reputation skyrocketed, too. Half a year later, a car barreled in our direction as Verona and I were returning from a banquet. Our driver was skilled enough to dodge it in time, but the car crashed straight into a streetlight and burst into flames. They managed to drag the driver out of the car, and who else could it have been other than Samantha? Her legs were crippled from her knees downward, and her face was scorched black with flame. The pain had kicked in after her adrenaline faded, and she was in so much pain that she was writhing.

Chapter 64: "I didn't realize I needed a spokesperson to communicate my thoughts." A few seconds passed and the tingling pain from being slapped across the face didn't hit so Luke opened his eyes slowly. Theresa's hands were flaring in the air awkwardly and her eyes and mouth were wide open in shock. "T-t-there are two… two of that bastard." "It's called Twins." Luuk rolled his eyes. Tess snickered at Luuk's comment.

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.

The Rodds were going into bankruptcy and could just admit it rather than pretending to be alright and deceive another family into accepting them for a success they do not hold. Marrita complained bitterly to Jasmine. Then, a few days prior to the engagement between Marrita and Fabian, Marrita drove out of the house in her car, and ran into a pole. She made sure the airbag was turned off so she has nothing saving her. The pole fell on the car, smashing it hard, and the wind screen had shattered, the glass piercing into Marrita’s body. The worst part of it all were the glasses that pierced her eyes. They were opened. It was as though Marrita wanted to see how she would die. She wanted to watch

A beast lunged at me but I drove my hands through it, ripping out its bloody heart, squashing it in my hands. “La requiem ut gar luzik…” Another witch began to chant, conjuring up the forces of nature to attack me. The sky roared loudly as the clouds parted, sparking with electricity. From the sky a single powerful lightening struck at me. I groan, feeling the burn that dropped with the thunder consume me. There was a smirk on the witch’s face, but it was soon dispersed as my eyes narrowed on her, sparking with rage. I redirected the witch lightning through my fingertips, sending the thunder back to her and her other associate. They both burn as their screams fill the night air.

All that remained was raw innocence, lost and unfamiliar. Before she could step closer, a cold grip landed on her shoulder. Ònààrà. The strike was fast and punishing. A harsh slap across Claire’s face, followed by another. The sting snapped her breath away. “This little drama,” Ònààrà hissed, her voice like stone, “will never leave these walls. You hear me?” Claire held her cheek, stunned. “One more stunt like this,” the priestess warned, her eyes drilling into Claire’s soul, “and it will not be your face I leave broken.”

As they shut behind me, the muffled sounds of the guards hauling him away echoed faintly. Then, out of nowhere, a shout pierced the air. "Good heavens! There's been an accident! Iris got slashed with a dagger laced with some kind of silver toxin!" I did not look back. My steps did not falter. I was on my way to a new chapter, a life filled with promise and joy.

An ear-powdering bang, louder than a thunder strike, shocked the sector. A lightning from ten thousand volts of unthrottled energy exploded between Kael's hand and the consortium steel. I put my hands on my ears and cniff the eyes together as a rain shot through the cell from glowing sparks. The power strike hit Kael with full power. His mighty body lined up, a rough, chopped boils escaped his throat. The smell of burned ozone and constricted flesh took my breath. But my plan worked. The massive short circuit chased through the system of the hydraulic door and shot like a