Robyn Carr Thunder Point Series Novels & Stories

Sweat dripped from her forehead, and Qing Yue shakily raised a trembling hand to soothe her throbbing temples. "It was a nightmare. Just another nightmare." She whispered the words, clutching onto them like a lifeline as her heart drummed in her ears. "Nothing more than a nightmare." Unfortunately, the words sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. Looking to the side, she saw that it was only 1 in the morning. She still had 5 more hours to go before morning descended. Because of the advanced weapons used in the Great War, the climate of both the Old World Formation and the New World Formation had changed drastically. One of these changes in the New World Formation was the enshrouding dark

In a relation which demands me to hate her,to punish her, to replace her but still to never loose her. ______________________________________ Precap ".....It never began with me nor did it ever end on me because you my mate were it's beginning and you are the only end........you were the incarnation of the thunder wolf while I was just the lightning accompanying the thunder.." -Xavier Black

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

“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.”