Robyn Carr Thunder Point Series Novels & Stories

Pain shot through my head as loud smacking sounds echoed. Just then, something fell from my head. Looking down, I saw two large black scorpions. Sarah's face was pale. She gritted her teeth and stomped on each scorpion, crushing them both. My heart pounded like a drum, my legs went weak, and I collapsed onto the long bench. Sarah also slumped into the wooden reclining chair, gasping for breath. As my terror began to settle, my eyes unconsciously fell on the mess of scorpion remains. I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the crushed remains seemed to be moving on their own.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Scratched and bleeding, with a roar of outrage I unleashed an inferno and the whole canyon our titanic tussle created was awashed with flame, once more alone I turned to face my foe, his twin swords crossed at his feet. “Is that all you have up your sleeve god of war? I expected more from you.” I sneered. “Brace yourself god of thunder, for we are just getting started.” he cackled with deranged glee. We then took to the sky and began hacking at each other, to my shock, his swords carved wounds on my body as did Oshe on his, our bloods reddened the clouds but I am not ashamed to admit for the war god bested me that fateful day and my story nearly ended as Ogun’s enchanted sword cleaved my lef

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur

Unknown P.O.V. Rain poured down on the grassy plains that stretched on for miles outside the window. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed closely by a crack of thunder. The sound of the heavy rain pattering against the glass panels of the window competed with the cracking of logs that burned in the hearth of the large stone fireplace. The gloomy evening did nothing to lighten the moods of those in the castle as they observed the storm. "Where are we in implementing Plan B?" the man asked in annoyance.

“Or are you just Malick’s little—” The shadows surged. No warning, no gradual creep — just a violent flood. Cold and heat in the same breath, curling around her spine, pouring into her limbs. Her vision tunneled into pure black edged in silver. She didn’t remember lunging. She didn’t remember hitting him once — twice — three times. The next thing she knew, Ryn was sprawled on the floor. Two other students who’d tried to intervene were crumpled beside him, one clutching his ribs, the other unconscious. Sierra’s hands dripped red. The shadows retreated slow, satisfied, purring under her skin.

He laughed softly. “Why couldn’t the Goddess have chosen someone like her instead?” Cruel laughter and whispers bubbled through the hall. My hands trembled, but I forced them still. The pain of the mate bond rejection began to burn in my chest, raw and unbearable. “What’s your name?” Rafael sneered. My lips quivered as I answered, dreading what I already knew. “Anya Thornveil.” His voice carried like a curse across the hall. “I, Rafael Blackmoor, reject you, Anya Thornveil, as my mate.”

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

Said Zeph, since I still don't know her name. "There will be a typhoon, I hope the village is okay, this will be a strong one". I said and looked up to the sky. We took shelter somewhere near a big oak tree. With thunders roaring, I held the shirt of the guy next to me, Zale. "Sister, are you okay? You look pale." Vermont asked me while Zeph is clutching onto him. "I—" ~~~~ I woke up when a loud thunder roared across the sky. Zale, Zeph, Vermont.