Purple Thunder Novelas e Histórias

“Are you part of his thunder?” The dragon seemed confused for a second, and then, with no warning, he opened his mouth, and fire shot out of his mouth. Nya grabbed the shield from behind her back and swiveled it around, dodging out of the way, but it was only after she moved that she realized the dragon wasn’t aiming the fire at her. Soldiers wearing Beelzanborg uniforms poured through the door as she moved. The dragon ignited several of them on fire before they could get their shields up.

The car just hit the ground, and Ivan continued to accelerate. “5 seconds left,” Will spoke again. Ivan pressed hard on the gas pedal, cutting through the murky trees. There was a sudden loud noise behind, and the forest scene seemed to collapse. The power of the bomb was really terrible.

"Now shut up and let me work." Chloe could only watch as Ursula took Chloe's hands in her own and closed her eyes before beginning to mutter words that the blonde didn't recognise. She didn't have time to question it though, because no sooner had Ursula began to chant in her strange language, a light blue glow began to pulse from their joined hands. It grew and grew with each chant, flowing up Chloe's arms like a cleansing breeze. It felt oddly nice and calming but strange at the same time. Part of her wanted to run away from the strange light but another part wanted to stay, fascinated by what she was seeing. Witnessing such a remarkable thing distracted her from the perpetual anxiety withi

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"But you need to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be." As Aqua's tears fell like crystalline streams, her pendant pulsed with an otherworldly light, casting a hazy glow that filled the room with an ethereal aura. The turbulent storm of her emotions ignited her latent powers, causing the air to crackle with energy. Outside, the wind howled like a wounded beast, rattling the windows with fierce intensity, while the rain beat against the roof in a relentless downpour. Aunt Cleo's voice cut through the chaos, a beacon of calm amidst the tempest. "Aqua, you must calm down," she urged, her words firm yet gentle.

A violent tremor shook the entire Martial Tower. In the clash, Kyrie missed the sneer of contempt at the corner of Ezekiel's mouth. 'The Harding family specializes in Thunderstorm Force. It has a devastating attack power, but the most lethal part lies in the mental and spiritual shock it inflicted! 'This kind of damage is invisible and intangible, sinister and impossible to guard against! But Ezekiel, with your talent, just one technique I teach you will be enough to resist it!'

Aetherion Academy towers above me. It's carved into the cliffs like it belongs there—stone and iron and something older woven through it. Massive archways stretch toward the sky, banners snapping in the wind, dark against the gray-blue backdrop. Flickering golden lights spill out of the windows and all around. Like you can literally see the magic alive here. It's beautiful.

The natural highland rain that was beginning to fall didn't strike the stone; it turned to jagged, lethal spikes of ice mid-air, suspending the very atmosphere in a matrix of frozen needles. She inhaled, and a sharp, cracking bolt of pure electrical static shot from her chest into the fog, instantly igniting the poison cloud with a brilliant, blinding blue light. The thunderclap didn't just sound; it was a physical shockwave that violently shattered the valley's silence, radiating outward toward the coast like a hammer blow. With a fierce, raw battle cry, Tala slammed her palms flat onto the cold granite table, and the realm itself obeyed.

Stella shouts over the roar of the wind. “I’m not afraid of heights!” I shout back, tightening my arms around her waist. My fingers are numb to the bone, and I’m sure my hair has frost in it at this altitude, but below us, the most violent storm clouds I’ve ever seen twist and spiral, flashing with deep purple lightning, which is often followed by Zayn’s bright blue bolts. A battle of epic proportions is taking place–still. But not for long, if I have anything to do with it.

The whole sky lighted as though the sun had risen in the middle of the night. Purple Smoke prepared herself seeing Ferlah's transformation. Although she can't do what Ferlah can, she also upgraded her weapons. The chains from her and her palms just increased only a little larger and longer. However, the lightning bolts of purple lights turned into a darker color, which was its most dreadful state. A single flick of it could shatter anyone's body and soul, preventing them to be reincarnated. But there's another thing about it. There were sharp thorns growing on the chains' lengths.