Link Thundermans Novels & Stories

Apart from the large metal door that stood opposite me, there was only one other opening in the room—a window close to the ceiling through which a sliver of moonlight filtered in. “The men got to us, didn’t they?” James muttered. “No shit, Sherlock.” He groaned in response. “You have no idea the kind of trouble we’re in right now.” I looked at him. “You know those thugs?” “I know of them. The big guy—the one with the eye patch—goes by the street name Thunder. He and his companions belong to a popular group of thugs that run shady businesses in this part of town. They also work for higher-ranked werewolves, doing little jobs for them.”

The aura this red-eyed man was emanating was too much for my poor soul. Listening to what my father said, I realized he was in debt, once again! Now that he had no money, what was he going to trade? I wondered as I thought back to a pendant of mine he had almost snatched when he was in debt, claiming it could also pay his debt. That day was a day worth recalling… “And what are you going to use to pay me? Be quick about it, my patience is so little,” Mr. red eye said, and I noticed the nonchalant expression he had on. One look at that expression told me that killing was a piece of cake for him.

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"That's great, Alicia, because I need to you to take this gentleman back to your office. He wants to send some cargo to Italy and I need you to tell him how much it would cost." I open my mouth, ready to protest that it's not my job but the man sitting in front of him turns and the words die on my lips. "Hello, ma'am, we meet again." It's him. The one with the tattoos. The man with the dimple. The one that has the devil may care attitude. Ash Thunder.

"After several cases of crimes here and there, the newly elected leaders all came together to discuss how to stop the flow of crimes. But despite their effort, it doesn't seem to end anything. So they decided to let it go on till they find the hidden base of the fake Thundersons." "I've never heard of this story before, But thanks for your time!" Vic raised his eyes and noticed that all other students were gathering around the five Thundersons that had arrived. They entered without speaking with anyone, and without saying anything, all the students had gathered around them as if they were ordered using a mind link skill. They have the lightning crest, which bears a confirmation that they are

Even as the thought crossed Thunder's mind, he promptly started the car and took Frank and Silverbell to the address. "Since you'd rather live, you'd better spit out everything you know. Why are the Bearsons after me? And who is the Lionheart family member supporting them?" Frank suddenly asked as they drove, while Silverbell's ears pricked up, intent on finding out who the Lionhearts sent as well. "I-I'm not sure," Thunder said awkwardly. "I only know his name—Kilian Lionheart, and that Troy Bearson wants revenge against you because of his son."

Gemini whispered to herself, just as GLZ appeared by her side. "They're here to help," GLZ stated simply, keeping her gaze fixed on the group as they got closer. “These are the ones I told you about.” Gemini’s mind raced. GLZ had mentioned that allies would come, but she had expected reinforcements from their world—not... whoever these beings were. The silver-haired man stopped a few feet from Gemini and GLZ, bowing slightly before he spoke. “I am Thorne. We have come to offer our assistance in your war against Loki.”

With the rumbling cloud, another thunder struck down like it would tear the land apart. Bowen and Veron remained motionless on the ground as they felt the terrifying power of the thunder. The mysterious weather caused panic among the Raksasa Tribe. They dashed outside to look at the thunderous sky. Everyone was taken aback. The rider army camp was not far away from the ranch. In the main tent, Tyson was lying on the bed, resting. He was one of the greatest fighters in the past ten years. He was strong, and he was also the leader of the rider army. He was the Queen's right hand, just like Kokun.

I quickly tapped my fingers on my keys and copied his skill. "Now what," said Jonathan. "You get settled, and we'll get started." He nodded and headed inside. I took a glance at part two of the Emperor's Lighting style. It had another seven moves called thunder. It made sense that the first seven moves were lightning, and these were thunder. Can't have one without the other. The seven thunder moves weren't defensive skills but countering skills. It said that it needed to be used right after a lightning skill; it was indicated in each move's description.

Celestine replied. Thunder's Mom motioned her hand towards the living room, offering us a seat. Their home is a combination of modern and classic architecture type. There were beautiful antique vases on the corner and some paintings, mostly abstract paints, to be seen on the wall. "Mom! Your laptop is already fixed, I placed it in your roo–" Thunder stopped from walking downstairs when he saw us staring at him. He was on the last step of the stair, wearing a black jogging pants and… He was top less, exposing his six packed abs and well defined muscles. Yeah, he was a hottie.