Thunderman Novels & Stories

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

When the pressure finally faded to a dull throb behind his temples, he pressed two fingers to his forehead and breathed slowly. Thunder Combat Arts. Five techniques: Thunder Palm, Lightning Fist, Flash Step, Storm Kick, Thunder Knee. Martial techniques, each one, built around the framework of a trained fighter's body — but threaded through with lightning, each movement designed to channel a discharge at the precise moment of impact, multiplying force in ways that pure physical training could never achieve alone. They were not complicated in structure. They were, at their core, exactly what they sounded like: striking, moving, and kicking, with electricity woven into the mechanics of each mot

Jonathan pov I run for my house after hearing my mate scream and bust through the door and see Sean bleeding on the floor while a rogue stands over my mate. The fucker hit her and Trent who tried to protect her. "leave my mommy alone!",he kicked the rogue who backhanded him and Kat screamed his name. "you little fucker!!",is yelled as Kat holds Joshua in her arms shielding him. The rogue kicks Trent but the little guy keeps fighting. I enter chest heaving as it all stops and huge eyes take in my golden eyes.

Leia told him. Emily was trembling. Her face darkened. She was gasping for air as she blabbed some words the two couldn’t understand. Thunder started to clap, and birds started chirping as the rain poured in a bit. Mysterious sounds were intensifying; the hunters and rouges were whimpering. The moon disappears "Monitus ut interfaces inclement." (Warning: ruthless killing) Emily said it repeatedly until she felt her body weaken and something in her womb kicked in. She was panting and gasping for air as the light surrounding her body disappeared.

She did not have faith at that moment and was about to give up. Suddenly, Roy said with a voice that echoed in the air. It was like a god talking to the mortals. "You ignorant fool. Now do you feel real power? Feel the wrath of the Octa Thunder God." "Heavenly Thunder Domain, The Thunder of Destruction." The lightning on his body all went toward his thunder spear as he shouted. His thunder spear shined brightly as thunderous sounds resounded on the earth. A thick lightning bolt with countless mysterious runes shot at Wilbur.

Lightning flashed, and thunder boomed right next to the rising sun. "Guys, what's that?" "Oh my god! That looks like it's coming from where Great Master August landed!" "It's Thunder Raid! Thunder Raid of legend! This is Great Master August's show of his conviction to become a god!"

She instinctively lifted her chin, pride swelling in her chest, wrapped in an overwhelming sense of safety. With a loud boom, the sky burned. Oscar unleashed the full force of a half-Supreme. Thunder cracked. Kitherglen's weather was always volatile. Most of the days were spent in blizzards. Now, black clouds rolled in, blotting out the sun, and lightning slashed the sky. Beneath the storm, Oscar looked like a thunder god. He summoned lightning, wrapping it around himself. "Marshal Snow, let me show you my Thundering Bruiser, the sixth style!"

The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance. Above, the heavens were entirely shrouded by roiling, malignant clouds that seemed to devour any trace of starlight or moonshine. Leif and Astrid appeared to him only in the stark, searing flashes of the lightning overhead. The thunder that followed was a deafening roar, so powerful that it resonated deep within his chest, but still he stalked toward his prey. Squinting against the flying debris, he finally saw his brothers and the warriors in position

“Exactly what I needed today.” The tallest man stepped up to the driver’s side window and tapped the glass with something metallic, maybe a weapon? Or something worse. His eyes gleamed under the hood. “Get out of the car, Storm.” His voice was low and cold. “We just wanna talk.” Ryder shot me a look. “Yeah. Sure. Bet they brought flowers.” I didn’t move. “You picked the wrong night,” I said through the glass. “Not really,” the man replied. “It’s the perfect night.”

Claire’s POV “Please let me introduce everyone,” Thoran stands. “As you’ve met, Jax,” he nods. “This is Herk, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.” He gestures to the hazel-eyed man. I hesitantly glance over at him. His smirk has become a grin. He reaches out for my hand, and I slowly take it to shake. But he brings it to his lips, eyes never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, miss…?”