Thunder Road Book Novels & Stories

“Still not great.” I came further into the room. “There’s something I need to tell you.” She waited. “My guys found a road today. It’s in the southern boundary, past the ridge. Hasn’t been used in at least five years. We’re going out tonight to take a look.” Something changed in her face. Not surprise exactly, it was more like recognition. “The road of thorns,” she said. I went still. “What did you just say?” “That’s what it’s called.” She said it simply, like she was telling me the sky was grey. “That’s what people who actually knew it called it. The thorns grow over the markers in the wet season. They come back every year.”

The rain was very loud. It hit the windows of the car with a big, heavy sound. Iris Thorne held the steering wheel with both of her hands. Her fingers were white because she was squeezing so hard. She was afraid. The road was very small. It was a narrow road that went along the edge of the land. Next to the road was the big, blue ocean. The water was very agitated today. The wind was blowing hard. The waves were tall. They made big splashes against the black rocks. Iris felt her car shake when the wind hit it. She felt very small.

A sense of dread washed over Beatrice as she stared at the large, bold words in the email. Just as she was about to open it, Maxwell pushed open the door and walked in. "Ms. Thorne, here's the report from last time," he said, placing the file on her desk. With an almost familiar ease, he came closer, his hand settling on her shoulder. Though an unspoken tension had always lingered between them, Beatrice now felt an unfamiliar discomfort creeping in.

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.

"Keep your voice down. The wind is shifting." "I have a right to know where I'm being taken," Noah hissed, digging his heels into the damp earth. "You drag me out of my home, tell me my mint tea is a bat-signal for monsters, and expect me to just quietly follow you into the dark?" Francis stopped so suddenly Noah bumped right into his back, hitting hard shoulder muscle that felt like solid wood. Francis turned, towering over him in the shadows of the giant Douglas firs.

Chapter 10: Trust the Flame Raven gripped the reins tighter as the storm above began to roll in. Thunder growled in the distance like a warning. Shadow’s presence curled around her soul—steady, watchful—while Nightfire hummed just beneath her skin, flaring softly with each heartbeat. She had sensed danger for hours now, but it had stayed just out of reach. Thorne rode beside her, silent but alert. She glanced at him. His jaw was tight, his eyes scanning the treeline like he was waiting for something to leap out.

I didn’t realize badass biker men did that kind of thing. Booker climbed in beside me and started the engine while I buckled up. He didn’t say anything as he guided the truck away from Arbor Lodge and I took a moment to take in his ride. It was new with all the bells and whistles, so to speak. Leather seats, wood inlay, and a kick-ass stereo system… at least it looked like a kick-ass stereo system. It was currently off. About ten minutes passed and I had about all the silence I could handle. “Your real name’s not Booker, is it?” He glanced at me and shook his head before focusing on the road again. “Are you going to tell me your real name?”

Abruptly, a blinding bolt of thunder struck the earth with a loud bang! Emiliano mustered all the strength in his body and shouted, “He can summon thunder! He is a god! He is a god!” As soon as he finished, the enormous thunderbolt struck the thick snow that was above the mountain road with a loud cracking sound! Immediately afterward, tonnes and tonnes of thick snow rumbled down the hillside, producing a scary and ear-deafening roar! It was an avalanche! The avalanche was coming straight to Charlie and The Big Eight! The Big Eight almost fainted from all the bizarre sights. Isaac, Albert, and Liam yelled in horror, “Master Wade! Watch out!”

I turn and look towards the direction, trying not to think about the fact that this is where the thunder came from, and where it might have possibly struck my cousins. The thunder rumbles loudly, and the ground beneath my feet shakes, sending waves of pain surging all over my body like a tsunami that has just crashed onto shore. I feel sick. I am so scared. This storm has turned out to be worse than anything I had ever experienced. It feels more intense somehow. As the thunder roars out its way from the East, through the valley, the wind blows harder. My eyes sting and tear up, as I cover my ears with my hands, trying to block out everything and concentrate only on my breathing and the sound

Her breath hot on his ear. They ate as thunder rumbled far off. Talk light—movies, school. Rain started pattering after, wind picking up. By nine, the storm hit full—lightning cracking, power flickering. The girls huddled on the couch, movie paused. "I hate thunder," Sophia admitted, knees to chest. Isabella rolled her eyes but scooted closer to her sister. Liam sat in the armchair, watching them. Power surged once, then out. Darkness blanketed the house, rain lashing windows.