Novel & Cerita Son Of Thunder Book

The night stood still and bloodied with cold darkness in the Blackmoon pack, on the day the son of the Alpha was to be born. Waiting patiently in his meeting hall with the seven alphas of different packs. "You can't let that child live" Alpha Jack said with a repititive force, "Do you want him to kill his own son without knowing anything about him" Alpha Zid reverted. "But the prophecy is not something to be dealt with, you heard the witch, she said that the boy will kill his father and mate with his mother, that is a cruel abomination" Alpha Jack said again.

Brett unfolded the paper and read it out loud “Zander Jeremiah Noir, Beloved son of Alpha Zane Noir and Lamia Langley” Halley gasped and covered her mouth, tears slowly leaking from her eyes and Cyrus bit his fist. “We didn’t know” Halley stammered. “I had just found out the day I was taken, I lost him towards the end of my captivity. We will honor Zane’s son the same way he will be honored”, I replied with as much resolve as I could, even though it was ready to crack. “Yes, of course, Alpha,” Brett said.

Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown A deafening roar of thunder struck in the dense clouds. Trails of lightning being before being in the clouds as it withdrew. Midnight was, and it rained like never before. Outside and up above earth's floors, were the realms glowing brightly, four they were and one more-- one more realm got closer...and closer…and closer. It aligned with a clash against a force field which surrounded the realm before it. It glowed brightly and suddenly sight fell into a dream.

Gone is the only person who understands me. Every day, I miss her. Reid pulled away from me a little. His small hands touched both of my cheeks. "I hope Thunder is still my classmate, mommy." He really likes that child, huh? The two grew up almost at the same time. Thunder was the son of Ma'am Tallia and Sir Zander, of whom I worked as their maid for a short time. I was also invited when Thunder was baptized, I was one of his godmothers. And since then, the two have always been together. Even though Reid is ten months older than Thunder, they still get along so well.

I think his name is Francis and well, Patty and George had twins, a boy, and a girl - Bernard and Bridget. I will say our lives have been perfect except the not having a child part but even that part ends today as our son arrives. A new chapter will begin in our life from now. My son is now cleaned up and ready for his mother's milk but seeing how peacefully Cora is sleeping, I don't want to wake her but when the young one begins to bawl, she is awakened by the sound.

I was left stunned at the absence after hearing the threat I heard from the young vampire. I’m not fighting to lose. But why does that boy's threat make me feel this way? But what did he say? thunder, lightning, rain? only one creature I know holds that power. But why at this time would he hint? what does he need in our race? several hundred years of not raining but why at this time he chose to reclaim the galaxy? the chief council from the kingdom of Eriston. He has the power of thunder and lightning.

“Every time thunder rolls, he stirs.” I finally turned to look at them and Aria seat by the hearth, her hair damp and tangled, her arms wrapped around our son as though she could keep the world from touching him. Storm’s hand twitched, fingers curling toward the flame. The hearth responded with a faint spark, as if waiting for his command. I knelt beside them. “The storm listens to him.” Aria’s gaze lifted, meeting mine. “Or it obeys him.” There was no accusation in her tone, but the words landed heavy. I had seen power before, wolves born under rare moons, shamans who could touch the threads of old magic, but nothing like this child. Nothing that made the air itself bend.

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

Perhaps Moha, or should I say my brother, noticed my awkwardness and started introducing himself. "Nice to finally meet you all. My name is Moha, and I am the son of Alasdair and Queen Aria." After mentioning his parents, everyone's eyes widened. "I'm not a God, nor a demigod, but I am my grandfather's legacy. I inherited his ability to use the power of thunder."

“I came because time is finished.” I shook my head violently. “You’re lying. My mother died. I was told” “They lied.” Her voice thundered. The lights trembled. The walls groaned. I clutched my ears. “You were hidden,” she whispered fiercely. “Because your blood could end empires. Because your name could burn kings alive. Because your father…” Her face hardened. “…was Aethon Bloodburn.” My breath left my body. *The Thunderstorm King.* My voice trembled. “That’s… impossible…”