Stealing Thunder Book 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

I looked at Freya with wide eyes and then looked at the book again. I can’t remember any of us ever sitting here … If we did … I didn’t want to stick my hand into the compartment. Knowing the old ancient, he probably boobytrapped the damn thing! Besides, I had my hands full with Freya … I rolled my eyes realizing I was making excuses and there wasn’t even anybody around to hear them! Softly laying Freya down in my coffin, I decided to pull out the book. I was right. It was a very ancient book and I shivered as I ran my fingers over the first page, realizing it was actually made out of skin! All of this suddenly made so much sense! Of course, the ancient would have a hidden horror book in his

The storm didn't just break; it unleashed. Lightning fractured the sky over the Silver Mountains, casting the jagged peaks in a strobe-light of violent violet. For Lyra, the thunder was a mercy. It drowned out the sound of her own ragged breathing as she stumbled through the undergrowth, her thin shoes instantly ruined by the clutching mud.

Boom! The thunder struck the black stone stele in the blink of an eye. The stone stele absorbed the massive electricity. Bowen and Veron were not hurt. They exchanged glances, both thrilled and pleased with the outcome. The stone stele began to sparkle brightly after absorbing the thunder's electricity. Subsequently, the land trembled more vigorously like it was an earthquake. Bowen and Veron could not stand still and fell to the ground. With the rumbling cloud, another thunder struck down like it would tear the land apart.

Thorin extended his hand to his side and a large hammer came hurling from the east and safely settled into his grasp. … Thunder clapped and nimbuses began forming, lightning flashed over darkened sky as Thorin’s eyes illuminated a purplish glow.. Showing that he did indeed embody the epithet of the God of lightning and thunder. Grrrr- Rogue beastly roared and launched himself at Thorin and Lokison rather fast, behind him multiple conical waves reverberated through the air following behind Rogue pulling the terrain behind him leaving a deep crater.. Thorin jumped forward and swung his hammer horizontally across his front and multiple destructive thunderbolts stroke the ground and Rogue creati

My heart thundered with the thrill of it. And then— A flash split the sky. Lightning seared across the horizon, blinding for a fraction of a second. A sharp crack of thunder followed, so loud it rattled through my chest and nearly had me leaping out of my skin. Almost instantly, the sun vanished behind a blanket of dark clouds, and the sky opened up. Sheets of rain poured from the heavens, heavy and relentless, drenching my fur in seconds. It was like the Moon Goddess herself was weeping, her grief soaking the earth.

Thunder smacked the roof like someone owed it money. I didn’t fear storms. Storms feared me. But they did something weird to people. They made the air heavy. They made the silence ring. They made people feel things they shouldn’t feel. And Elara… She wasn’t exactly the type to cuddle up with a book and pretend everything was fine. I could almost feel her restlessness vibrating through the walls. Then— BOOM! A thunder crack so loud the house shivered. A second later… Soft footsteps. I turned.

Then a snarl broke through the air, closer this time, and I turned just in time to see the shadows moving—large figures darting between trees with glowing amber eyes and bared teeth. Wolves. Not Redthorn. Not Orion. Rogues. I could smell it in the air. I could smell them. "Run," something inside me screamed. But my body was a broken mess, unable to move—I couldn't even draw in a proper breath. They circled me like vultures, slow and cruel. My breath came in short gasps, and every instinct screamed that this wasn’t random. This was a trap. And I was the prey. One of them lunged toward me.

THIRD PERSON The storm arrived without warning. By late evening the sky had already begun to darken, heavy clouds rolling across the mountains surrounding the Silvercrest territory. The wind picked up first, rattling the tall trees that lined the compound. Then the rain followed; steady at first, then fierce. By nightfall, thunder was shaking the entire house. Layla had just finished putting away a few folded linens in her room when another loud crack of thunder split the air. The sound echoed through the halls like the sky itself had broken open.

Silence had already settled on the other side. Seconds turned to minutes, and a man's voice drifted in. Gripping an old, rusty pickaxe, I braced myself for a life-or-death struggle as soon as that door swung open. Moonlight trickled in, and I took my chance, swinging hard at the sliver of an opening. However, there was no cry of surprise. Instead, it was like the pickaxe was caught in a vice. I could not yank it free. I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor.