Max Thunderman Now Novels & Stories

Moreover, the power of this heavenly thunder was comparable to that of a heavy artillery shell, far surpassing the wooden sword given to him by the British Lord. Overwhelmed with excitement, Mr. Chardon stood by the giant pit, gazing at the intact Thunder Order, murmuring to himself, “The power of this Thunderstrike wood is truly terrifying! With it, even if I encounter opponents stronger than me, I can still hold my ground. It seems I'm incredibly lucky to have come to Aurous Hill this time!”

I shove him sideways, lying on the ground covered in blood and knowing I need to get out of here before more come, I don't have the strength to fight anymore, but clapping causes me to look to my right. "That was… truly… a sight to behold. I'll give it to Abaddon, he's a rubbish Alpha, but he clearly trained you well." A man offers me his hand to stand up and when I'm on my feet, I can't get over what I'm looking at. With his dark brown eyes, hair that's still mostly black and a face that looks just like mine. This man in front of me could be me, in like forty years or something, I just have no idea how that's possible unless I've got an uncle or something I never knew about.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

His attack didn’t seem to work at all. His side twitched again, as if wanting him to respond, but he ignored it since he knew this wasn’t the time to use his thunder again. Rather, he couldn’t, not without risking the people in mid-air being zapped and after seeing what the mandrake could do with his thunder. There were six people still above, and they couldn’t get to the other three without removing the ones they had already knocked over.

“Exactly what I needed today.” The tallest man stepped up to the driver’s side window and tapped the glass with something metallic, maybe a weapon? Or something worse. His eyes gleamed under the hood. “Get out of the car, Storm.” His voice was low and cold. “We just wanna talk.” Ryder shot me a look. “Yeah. Sure. Bet they brought flowers.” I didn’t move. “You picked the wrong night,” I said through the glass. “Not really,” the man replied. “It’s the perfect night.”

Lane gave me a pat on the back and shook his head, "You're bad." I simply shrugged and stuck my tongue out at him. Carmen gave me a thumbs-up while looking dumbfounded. "I didn't expect less from you," Abel said dryly. "Next on the list of the contestants is a special guest. Alpha Abel of Frozen Moon Pack and Yale Businessman owner Andrew Thunderman!" "This isn't a fair fight, Alpha Abel has been a trained warrior since he was born." "Who the hell is Yale Businessman owner Andrew Thunderman?" "Root for me," I felt his firm hands on my shoulder.

I manage to walk over to Hope and help her up. "You tried," I spoke calmly, a calm I can't show clearly as I watch those little lightning bolts form around everyone. They say my Father is the most powerful, for he is the holder of the Thunderbolts, the same Thunderbolts that defeated the Titans, but the Thunderbolts are not just in a literal way, for electricity is not just a bluish glow, it is a current that can be indestructible under the right conditions and right now Lestat is providing me with that.

Thor is the hammer-wielding god associated with lightning, thunder, storms, sacred groves and trees, strength, the protection of humankind, hallowing, and fertility. "Ohhhh!..." She squeals, claps her hands, and bounces on her feet like a little girl. She momentarily rushes towards me then stops. "We can touch?" She says questioningly. "We can hug can't we?" I smile "We hugged downstairs, didn't we? Kane told me, 'Control is in the mind' I can only hurt those I wish to hurt. However, according to Kane, right now the power is still on the surface. It hasn't quite settled in me yet. So apart from you, my mate, anyone that I get too close to might get zapped. Actually, I already zapped Eric. He

One thing I've learnt as Ash Thunder, is that information is key. I used that information to save the life of the woman I love. Am I happy? Heck, yeah. I mean, it's an added bonus she's a mafia princess, but the mafia princess of a don? That's the icing on a cake. "It's show time." Night Eyes says, interrupting my thoughts. I nod distractedly. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts?" I chuckle. "The only second thoughts I'm having right now is why I made you my best man." That shuts him up as they all file out in front of me and I follow suit.

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.