Novelas y relatos de Purple Lightning

A purple tribulation cloud was floating in the sky, and below it were countless flickering lightning serpents. A purple lightning thunder with the power of destroying everything in its path crashed down on the proud figure below, who was none other than Severin. Seeing that the lightning was about to strike him, Severin swiftly activated the skill he had learned from The Book of True Void Enlightenment, and the power of heaven and earth immediately burst out from his body to shield him from the impending destruction. Severin—who was sitting cross-legged—suddenly erupted with a dazzling divine light and the next moment the light collided with the thunder.

The starry sky, the fireflies, the moon; there was no better companion, indeed. At the outskirt of the forbidden forest, she’d noticed the long bolt-like streak of purplish light flashing through the horizon. It made her stop in her track because the way it moved was different from the genuine lightning. Instead of a linear track, it went in a circle, just at the radius of the school’s horizon. She’d never seen something like it before, or was she too preoccupied to pour some attention to it? Either way, it’s too breathtaking to watch, as it also radiated a purplish glow to the trees below it. Its leaves were reacting in a way that its color changed from green to dull gray, all of which fell

They were wardens now, forever bound to this world, forever vigilant against the encroaching darkness. But as they stood there, their newfound power a cold comfort, a horrifying realization dawned on Liam. The purple sun wasn't the only corruption marring the clear blue sky. Scattered across the horizon, barely visible at first glance, were dozens of faint, flickering purple points of light.

“We’re going home. We’re going back to the pack.” “The pack...” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. They weren't sapphire anymore; they were dark violet, reflecting the sky outside. I looked up through the windshield and my heart hit my throat. The sky wasn't blue. It was a deep, bleeding crimson, streaked with veins of black lightning that thundered. High, piercing wails that vibrated through the metal of the car.

This isn’t her usual pattern. I walk out just as she begins sending lightning strikes at our camp. My men begin fighting against her troops and she and I battle with our lightning, mine is white, hers is a bluish purple, dark. My sword absorbs every lightning strike she sends but I’m having to work hard to keep up. She’s throwing them at me fast and furious. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize that something is wrong with this scenario, but I don’t have time to figure out what it is. I need to protect my soldiers.

His attention was suddenly withdrawn when a new burst of lightning shot from across the air before another bolt of lightning went on to strike one section of the horde, sending a handful of dark souls crumbling to dust. Following the first streak of lightning, Prometheus spotted the new speedster, her body glowing in green and blue. "How...?" there was surprise in his voice as he studied the two different colors in the speedster's lightning. "You guys OK?" called the Viper just as Diana tore though the already broken group of dark souls, blasting them with her lightning and Carol followed after. "Well done, kid," was what Diana said as they lined up to take down the rest of the horde. "So, t

Lightning crackled in the sky, and a silvery-blue mist appeared. The silvery-blue mist thickened around the battlefield, swirling like a storm and drawing every pair of eyes while lightning crackled above. A strange stillness fell over the chaos, while time itself was holding its breath. Then, out of the mist, two figures stepped forward, Jordyn and Dan. Their faces set with steely determination. Behind them, a massive army of hybrids and witches emerged, their presence crackling with power that pulsed in the air.

Remy flew—horse-sized coyote tumbling through the air like a rag doll. He hit the guardrail. Metal bent. No. Something inside me snapped. Not anger. Not fear. Clarity. Vampire blood in my veins—Julian’s binding—ignited. Light and Shadow magic twisted, folded, unraveled into something else. Lightning. Pure. White. Off-grid. It poured from my palms like liquid sunrise. Four-point spirals spun in the air—not shadow, not ice, but blades of dawn and pure Lightning. I moved. Not vampire speed.

While Purple Smoke was busy protecting herself form the rocks, Méah fired the arrows with full strength. The shield made of black smoke was broken. There was a huge explosion on the ground when the arrows crashed against it which dragged Purple Smoke a few steps backwards. She clenched her jaw from the unexpected strike. Black chains came out on both of her palms. It was surrounded by streaks of purple lightning. She had successfully combined her power with the black crystal.

His eyes bulged out of his socket while he gurgled. He stared in shock at the blonde, and if he wasn't already dying the coldness of her blue eyes would have frozen him to death. Lightning stared dispassionately as life drained out of the guy. She leaned down into his ear. " No one strikes me and lives to tell about it, " she whispered before letting him go to slump lifelessly on the ground. Lightning wiped her blade clean on the guy's cloth before turning for the door. When she stood outside she looked and made sure no one saw her leaving and then she pulled off the black gloves on her hands before making her way back to the club.