Thunder Black Lightning Novels & Stories

Dazzling flames and the power of blue lightning exploded like a bomb that was thrown into a small pond! Rumble! James was knocked back several meters by this attack and left a long mark on the floor! “Damn it!” James roared angrily and a strong fighting and killing intent exploded in his eyes. A raging blue thunderstorm surged and covered his entire body with indestructible lightning armor! “Go to hell!” James roared angrily, raised his fist, and punched Philip with a lightning tiger fist! This fist was produced by the huge power of lightning in the form of a blue tiger that roared as it blasted at Philip!

The pillow her head is resting on is wet from all her tears and even with all the blankets, I can see her shaking uncontrollably. I pull back the comforter and touch her check gently. She lets out a terrified scream when I feel her soft, wet skin against my hand. Her head whips around and even in the complete dark, I can see those blue eyes darting into mine with complete terror. "W-where's D-D-Dexton?" she's stammers through her cries. Dexton? I shot that son-of-a-bitch in the head. Wiping a tear from her face, I say, "He's dead, Sweetheart. You will never have to see that man again."

Tyr, who was as black as coal, stepped on the black dragon's head as he looked up at the sky. Roar! Roar! Roar! Howl! Howl! Howl! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Instantaneously, the sky and the earth trembled. Tyr, the black dragon, and the ninth heavenly lightning, each made a sound that was loud enough to destroy the world. Tyr stepped on the black dragon and soared into the sky. Meanwhile, the ninth heavenly lightning in the void was pouring down like river water from heaven. Two enormous forces collided and began to spread everywhere.

The storm came in without warning. One moment the sea beyond Black Hollow was silver and calm, and the next it was a heaving wall of iron-gray waves crashing against the cliffs. Wind screamed through the narrow streets, slamming shutters and rattling doors like impatient fists. Sixteen-year-old Mara Ellison stood at her bedroom window, heart pounding—not from the thunder, but from the light. It had flashed three times. Not lightning. The lighthouse. The old lighthouse had been dark for years.

The mansion of Lord Colton behind him was still filled with the fairies, the fog-filled air giving them dark skies and a bloody moon. "I feel like I'm on fire! Burning from the inside out! I feel like I'm being consumed by an ever-burning blaze! Like I've been pummeled by lightning and been set afire!" As quickly as he said this, lightning and thunderstorms streaked across the sky. Brighten the night for a moment. Chaney snickered. "My bad. Not a fan of rain then. Unless you want to strut here all night destroying the sky with lightning, I recommend you come with me."

“You felt that?” “Yes.” Luna swallowed hard. “He’s aware of our presence.” The sky turned ominously dark, as if someone had extinguished the sun. Black clouds rolled in, swirling like tempestuous water, and the temperature fell rapidly enough for their breath to condense in the air. Kai inhaled sharply. “It’s commencing.” A thunderous crack disrupted the sky. Lightning—not bright, but a deep purple-black—flashed in jagged forks across the firmament. The ground trembled beneath them. Birds scattered, and the forest buzzed with the sound of startled movement.

“Dragon Heart, are you helping me?” "Ah!!!" With a roar across the sky, Samuel suddenly jumped out of the purple lightning and attacked the Thunder Black Tiger in the west! "Damn it, no way!" On the ground, among the crowd, someone could not help exclaiming. "Go to hell!" Samuel’s body was like lightning as the axe descended! Hong!! The Thunder Black Tiger's body split into two, turning into two balls of purple lightning that fell down with a loud bang! Bang, bang!

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.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

“Luna, it’s not going to work. It’s killing me!” “Keep. Going.” “I can’t–” I set the bowl down. It teeters on the end of the table, nearly spilling. Somewhere in the distance, a storm rumbles to life in a single heartbeat, turning the sky an angry black. The lights shutter before the electricity snaps, the light bulbs in every lamp and overhead light exploding. Thunder roars, and lightning crackles so violently that the room flashes a deep, angry blue for several seconds before the rain begins.