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Then the wind picked up as loud claps of thunder accompanied the spears of lightning that stabbed the earth below them, felling the guards like bowling pins. ‘I am the wind, I am the rain, I am the lightning I am the thunder I am the one.’ He could only watch as she began to glow very brightly, her whole body was wrapped in a brilliant white light, the lightning began to slam into her bolt after bolt sending her colours into an iridescent kaleidoscopethat entranced all who saw it.

With a fierce determination, I channeled the stolen lightning into a concentrated bolt, aiming it directly at the sorceress who had dared to attack me. The first strike was blinding, a brilliant arc of blue-white lightning that seared through the night. It struck the sorceress, illuminating her features in a brief, stark outline. In that moment, I saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly replaced by determination. She countered my attack with a shield of her own, deflecting the lightning away from her. Undeterred, I unleashed a torrent of lightning, a relentless assault that lit up the forest like a stormy day. Each bolt crackled and hissed, seeking out its target with unerring accurac

The burning flames and crackling lightning struck fear in everyone’s hearts! Leo hovered in the air, and his eyes burst with killing intent. He stared at Philip, who rushed at him in flaming chimera armor. He shouted, “Damn it! The Sainsbury family are the masters of lightning. How dare a weak and humble newly promoted god like you defy the will of the gods? Die!” Leo shouted, spread his arms open, and gestured something over his chest. Suddenly, the clouds in the sky surged and swirled like a vortex above Leo’s head!

The earth hums beneath my boots, and the sky above darkens with stormclouds. My mark flares. The heat is unbearable. The shards are vibrating now, whispering ancient names and forgotten songs in my blood. My skin glows crimson, veins of light crawling up my arms. The fire is waking inside me. I raise my hand. Flame erupts from my fingers, curling like golden dragons. Then lightning answers. Lucien raises his palm from outside the circle. Stormfire leaps into the sky, spiraling toward me like a living thread. It doesn’t burn, it binds.

I'm worried I won't be able to tell my people apart from the enemies and I don't want to hurt innocent people by mistake They rush in my direction the moment I shift back to my human form, making me gnash my teeth in frustration. Anger rages within me like a storm, fueling the Thor energy that courses through my veins like hot lava. I close my eyes and my fury intensifies. Electric intensity burns behind my eyelids. I open my eyes and twin bolts of lightning burst forth from them. Unleashing a torrent of electricity, the beams brilliantly blazing, illuminating all. The essence of the storm has fully awakened, and I am its master.

If the Thunder Leopard reached the fifth level, its thunder attack could threaten the life of a master in the Human-Immortal Realm. He chuckled and made a magic signet with his divine sense. Purple Thunder Doom--Punishment from Gods! Dark clouds rolled, and lightning bolts ripped through the sky. A python-like bolt of lightning flew toward the Thunder Leopard. The Thunder Leopard was very smart. It swallowed its inner core and leaped into the air. Boom!

A throb in my veins, cool and warm. My breath stuttered. “Come on. Get a grip,” I said to myself. I took the book and went back to the table and opened it, taking care of the delicate pages. Dust flew up in the air, silver in the dim light. I changed pages: the history of the pack, ancient battles, treaties, prominent men, Then the book stopped on a page without me deciding to stop. It fell open as if guided. A full-page sketch stared up at me. A girl of light and fire. Eyes like molten gold. Hair whipping around her like she stood in a storm. Her hands glowing.

I smeared it across the page before it could close. The book shuddered in my hands. A faint light crawled across the words, swallowing them until a name burned bright in the center. My name. Laila in red then it faded. For some reason I was unfazed even when the book flipped its own page and stopped at a guide. This book belongs to the Scarlet witch A false host, you are a thief Return to the temple Or the curse you shall receive. "I need a spell on how to return to the village. Not a pointless lecture.”

Let it flow through you and into the floor. I dropped to my knees and slammed both of my open palms directly onto the frozen stone. The silver-violet lightning exploded from my hands, tracing the ancient runes in the floor like a brilliant, glowing spiderweb. The raw voltage shot across the chamber, slamming directly into the boots of the four oncoming fake wolves. The moment my Priestess light touched their green tech, the machines inside their chests began to scream with a high-pitched, mechanical whine. Their massive bodies stiffened mid-step, their muscles twitching as my frequency fought against their artificial programming.

Small improvements came, but the nightmares continued. "I found something," Lyra announced one evening, carrying an ancient book from the archives. "A journal from two hundred years ago. A storm-wolf named Marcus Thunderstrike. He had the same problem—power manifesting too young." "What did he do?" Cassian asked desperately. "He learned to dance with it instead of fighting it." She showed him sketches of movement patterns, flowing forms that looked almost like martial arts. "He said the lightning wasn't the enemy. Fear of the lightning was."