Thunderman Novels & Stories

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

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

Wearing iron gauntlets that I never knew she had, she caught the flying object — it was a hammer. “A hammer?” I mumbled. There was only one god that everybody knew back on Earth who possessed that specific weapon: Thor, the god of thunder. Mount Fort was still standing; much of the left side of his head got destroyed upon impact. From his remaining face, we could see how really, really angry he was. Marseille launched her magical hammer. Mount Fort dodged it, but the hammer’s trajectory began to change behind him. Taking a round turn, it zoomed toward his right side. The mountain brave raised both forearms for cover; chunks were broken off upon impact.

someone murmured. The feat was beyond reason. How could Adrian achieve such a thing? Above the void, purple lightning coalesced into the shape of a Battle Warrior, forged from pure thunder. It loomed ominously, exuding a deadly intent to unleash devastation. A chilling dread gripped the onlookers. The thunder seemed bent on obliterating Adrian, marking him as its sole target. Adrian met the storming void with a calm yet resolute gaze. Thunder? To him, it seemed less a threat and more a power he could harness.

“Keep your eyes on me, Emory. Only listen to my voice. You can do it. Slow breaths.” His hands cupped her face and whispered soothingly, “It’s just me and you here. Let everything else fade away.” Only my voice, Emory. As the carriage sped through the streets, the thunderous sound of the storm filled their ears. Emory closed her eyes and focused on Rahl as everything faded away. Reaching deep into her core, she searched for the light that guided her before. Slowly, the voices faded, leaving only Rahl’s touch and voice like a glimmer of hope amidst the tempest.

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.

It was the first time they had witnessed such a terrifying sight. How could humans use divine thunder as a weapon? However, Sebastian had. Throughout the entire process, he had looked extremely relaxed. He made it look as if it were easier than chewing gum. The commenters on all the online platforms had also been silenced. Sebastian's Indigo Thunder God tactic had completely changed everyone's views on the mystic martial arts sects of Dramon. No matter how powerful in martial arts someone was, they were still holding a mere blade. How could they fight against someone who could use divine thunder?

She was such an idiot that she chose to stick with the beta. - Well, but now the two are dead. May they rot in hell. They laugh. - You can't imagine how much it excited me to pass the razor in the throat of those pieces of shit. - Enough to fuck his son? – the second-in-command asks, laughing out loud. My blood runs cold. Those rogues were monsters. - Damnnnnn. – Jackson says as he gropes his dick. - Can I give him a little ride, boss? - I hear the man ask, and I try to contain the shiver that goes up my spine.

the first man said. “I pictured her a little more … fleshy. Wrath’s a big guy,” the man said and sniggered. “My name is King and I’m the president of the Night Stalkers. If you behave yourself, you won’t be hurt too much. Wrath has a lot to pay for.” She had no idea where the courage came from, but she couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth, maybe she didn’t want to. “And yet you’re punishing him by scaring a little boy and threatening a woman. How manly of you.”

All I could think about was Monika—how wet and tight her pussy would be when I finally got there, how she’d wrap those thick thighs around me and let me bury myself deep inside her. I drove too fast, weaving through the sparse traffic without caring, foot heavy on the accelerator. My imagination ran wild: Monika on her back, legs spread, juices glistening as I thrust into her. The fantasy was so vivid I didn’t see the car until it was too late. I smashed into the rear of a brand-new, gleaming vehicle parked along the curb. The crunch of metal snapped me back to reality. Instantly I knew I was fucked—insurance, police, the whole mess.