Son Of Thunder Book Novels & Stories

assistant"> A graceful woman with shimmering golden hair approached, her steps elegant and poised. Close behind her was a striking man with shoulder-length silver hair. Odin said, “Sif, goddess of the harvest, and my adopted son, Thor, the god of thunder. Oh—and the one behind them is Balder, the god of light, my youngest son.”

It sounded so much like a woman’s voice, but nothing came again. I tried to get on my knees and crawl to a shade, but my body was too weak to respond to my commands. Days had passed since I left the manor—since I wandered, farther and farther from home and the comfort of the forest shade. Yet I could no longer tell how long it had been since the chaos in my head first began to tear at me. Son of Thorne, the last great son of Odin… The earth beneath me seemed to tremble as the voice called out to me.

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed by the strike, revealing the sunlight behind them. Behind Alfie, the figure of the Thunder Emperor faintly appeared. The Thunder Emperor was the ancestor of all thunder, and he wielded thunder and lightning power that could destroy everything. His righteous aura repelled all evil, and he was enraged right now. He glared fixedly at Josiah, appearing determined to eradicate the demon. When Alfie had finished charging his attack, he unleashed a thunderous strike, filling the entire area with a dazzling display of lightning. However, Josiah was not a pushover either. He spread his wings and commanded his troop of evil spirits to charge at

However, there was no trace of life in him at all. Jason was dumbfounded when he saw what happened to his father. Damn it! How did he become like this? He was still standing in front of him just a few seconds ago, and now it seemed as though his father had been killed by the thunder and lightning summoned by Charlie? He was a living person! How could Charlie possibly summon thunder and lightning to strike him? Jason was trembling uncontrollably at this time and he was really frightened. He could not comprehend or understand what was happening at all.

Fireball roared without moving from my side. "I'm sorry about your son, but you understand. He wanted to dismember my wife, and Fireball just defended her." Conrad quickly cleared up the misunderstanding, and the chief laughed again. "My youngest is eager to fight, especially after hearing from his brothers who fought alongside the shapeshifters. The boy doesn't understand that he is not the god of thunder, and one strike from an animal‘s paw can break him." The chief waved his hand and invited us to follow him. Conrad grabbed my hand, put my backpack on his shoulder, and whistled the Fireball to set off into the jungle.

"My father is the chief of god, king of the mountain, and lord of the sky." "My father is lord of the sun." "My father is called the thunderer. When he is angry, the sky grows black and the sun hides. His spear is a lightning bolt, and that's what he kills people with. He hurls it a thousand miles and it never misses." "Without my father, there would be no day. It would always be night. Each morning he hitches up his mighty horses and drives the golden chariot of the sun across the sky. And that is daytime. Then he dives into the ocean stream and boards a golden ferryboat and sails back to his eastern palace. That time is called night."

"Thunder wanted to run. He’s giving me headaches the whole day." "Let him run then. We can talk tomorrow." "Are you sure?" "Thunder is my son too. And he’s just like my wolf. He’s not going to stop giving you headaches until you give him what he wants. Let him run for now, but you need to learn how to control him." I wanted to tell him that I could control Thunder from the moment I shifted, but not when it came to Alexa. But of course, I didn’t. So I just let him believe I was an Alpha who couldn’t control his wolf.

"She is named after the thunder. And she told me the day she was born, it was a thunderstorm." "Her parents?" "None. She was mysteriously found in the forest." And that's when Jay's mouth opens in shock. "Shit! The book says of the origin of the prophesied! It says the person will be a child of moongoddess with no real parents! It says...thunder striked when the prophesied was brought to this world." "Indeed. Yes" Daniel agrees, seeing the picture in the book. A thunder striking the ground as a child lays wrapped in blankets near a river.

The last word hit me like a punch. My mother was beside me before I even blinked, her hand reaching up to trace the name carved beside her own. “Not anymore,” she said softly, more to herself than anyone. Ryker stepped forward and addressed the gathered crowd. “This is Thorold,” he said. “Son of Ryker and Zara. Blood of Stormfang. Heir returned.” No cheers. No applause. Just a stillness… and then a powerful howl rose from one of the wolves in the crowd.