Max Thunderman Now Novels & Stories

I said to her. “Okay, see we’re seeing you this weekend?” she asked. “Yes Har Har, I’ll meet you at the club on Friday night,” I said to her as she raised her middle finger. “Love you Fin.” “Love you too,” I said and we ended the call. I closed the laptop and stared out of the window as my eyes caught the sight of a silver Tahoe truck and then the man that climbed out of it. He was tall, like really tall and muscular, he almost looked like a movie star as he took his sunglasses off and I looked into his icy blue eyes. His hair was black and neatly cut, like he’d just had a haircut.

Liam’s claws dug into the man’s neck, blood dripping down his arm. “She had shifted – tell me where my freaking daughter is! She’d be nineteen now” “O yes, little Hail drop” the man chuckled. He was still laughing. He knew that his death was inevitable. Might as well enjoy his last moments of life. This warrior’s pack, this warrior – they deserved to suffer. He had thought that taking out the head warrior was going to break the pack and it almost did. It had been so close. But his own freaking warrior leader had to mess that up…

Cain replied "Ayts! I don't have any news about the two of you! You're both missing in action." I said. "Wait, what? What do you mean by missing in action? Where's Thunder?" Cain asked in a fit of confusion. "I don't know! I don't even know where he is, he's not in the company. Tito is in charge there right now." I said in an irritated voice. "Do you know where he is?" He asked again.

“You know about it?” The young man replied, “I heard from a friend that Master Alex wields the power of thunder and lightning. Not only is he a master in martial arts, but he’s also a real cultivator, as well as the son-in-law of the Michigan’s Stoermer family. In fact, it was for the sake of Daya Stoermer of the Stoermer family that he went against Tristan. Is this information true?” His words drew everyone’s eyes and attention, as well as put them in a daze.

Now I have to deal with his fucking criminal. “Seems like you lost your privilege and seems like you’re not the golden boy anymore,” Thunder says as he stands right in front of me, looking between me and Thatcher. I shake my head as Thomas places one hand on my shoulder, stopping me from launching at him. I look around the room while everyone is extremely silent. No one dares to open their mouths.

Wilbur put his hands together and shouted, "Quad Thunder!" The four balls of thunder appeared, immediately holding Maniac down. Under the relentless assault of the thunder strikes, Maniac seemed to return to his senses a little as he stared at Wilbur in terror. "Ambience? You're a peak Ambience cultivator?" "Bit too late for you to notice, buddy," Wilbur said. Haley and the rest were still on the floor in a heap, trembling at the sight of the Quad Thunder. This man could control thunder. Was he even human? He had to be a god.

The warrior priest said flatly, "Dying under my technique, the Eternal Thunderstorm, was his fate. If he were an ordinary person, he'd be nothing but ashes. That he retained his physical form is already a miracle." Jasmine pursed her lips, and glared at him. "Who are you?" "This is Bolt Thornton, Emeritus Grandmaster of Thundercloud Guild!" At that moment, Leo arrived at the scene. Seeing this spectacle, he couldn't help but feel elated. Bolt truly lived up to his title as the elder of Thundercloud Guild. With just one move, he had surpassed a person's limits. Frederick had easily defeated Leo, but he was no match for Bolt.

Twenty Years Later Midnight in Manhattan belonged entirely to Leo Thorne. From the apex of the newly reinforced Thorne Tower, the twenty-five-year-old billionaire looked out over the glittering, rain-slicked city skyline. The world knew him as the Ice Prince. With Julian and Maya officially retired to the quiet, impenetrable paradise of Aegis, the crushing weight of Thorne Tech—a global empire built on secrets, code, and cold, hard steel—had fallen entirely onto Leo’s broad shoulders.

said another human. “I’m Rodger,” said the human who first interacted with them, coming closer to shake their hands. “That never mattered. Before tonight, Blue Thunder never killed a human, yet, she currently ranks in the top 10,” said High Djinn Moraa. “And you’re the Emery listed 31st?” said Rodger. “Uh, yes, I am.” “How many of you are on those lists?” said Rodger, sitting near them. “I swear, genuine fan-boy curiosity. In my book, you saved us from evil, so you can’t be worshipping evil, and I'm sure my fellow humans in here agree with me.”