Thunderman Novels & Stories

I hear Nial shout. “That’s the fucking point!” I hear my Siren hiss. That was when I heard the thundering sound of paws, lots and lots of paws. And the smell of my mate. He’s here. I whisper to my Siren. I knew he would find us. Howls and snarls fill my ears as my Siren continues to melt the snow, and it rushes down the mountains. The wind begins to whip around, and I smell Auntie Morrigan in the midst of everything.

A burly figure covered with lightning plasma broke through the air and grabbed at the immortal medicine catalyst. It was "Thunder Roar" Ding Ling.

Knocking him straight out. "MINE!" I heard his voice boom. "Mate!" I whispered as my mouth fell open in shock. His eyes were deep blue colour while his muscular body screamed out authority. I wanted to go to him at once but something stopped me. "What are you doing out here all alone. You should be protected. It is a dam good thing I found you before you fell into some real danger." He exclaimed reaching out to me. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak when I felt a strange stinging sensation in my left shoulder.

Thor is the hammer-wielding god associated with lightning, thunder, storms, sacred groves and trees, strength, the protection of humankind, hallowing, and fertility. "Ohhhh!..." She squeals, claps her hands, and bounces on her feet like a little girl. She momentarily rushes towards me then stops. "We can touch?" She says questioningly. "We can hug can't we?" I smile "We hugged downstairs, didn't we? Kane told me, 'Control is in the mind' I can only hurt those I wish to hurt. However, according to Kane, right now the power is still on the surface. It hasn't quite settled in me yet. So apart from you, my mate, anyone that I get too close to might get zapped. Actually, I already zapped Eric. He

Peeking through the door, he realises that the young maid is at work, she is focused on cleaning the room. A smirk covers his face and when climbing up the stairs he already made sure that the other workers are asleep - this might be a golden chance for him to secure his plan. As the thunder reverberates through the atmosphere, a deep and powerful rumble that echoes for miles. It shakes the foundations of buildings, sending a shiver down the spines of those who witness its might. The sound is both awe-inspiring and humbling, a reminder of nature's raw power. This rainstorm and thundering describes the inner emotions building inside Jay Nashville’s entire body and soul.

"Hmm. So you're his boss?" "I…" Thunder's mouth hung open, unable to manage a word. Frank's abilities left him devastated. If they could not hurt him even after what they did, it must mean… "Transcendent rank…" Thunder murmured to himself. "Now's not the time, boss! You have to stop her!" Bolt almost swore out loud, seeing his own boss freezing up. "I mean… Frank Lawrence is Transcendent rank." Thunder turned toward Bolt with a smile so terrible he could well be crying.

Throughout the day, Thunder kept getting annoyed because the girl he liked kept avoiding him. Yes, Thunder likes Alisa Tania Queen Orlando. You must know who Alisa is, and unfortunately Thunder calls her Queen which means Queen. "Queen, should I keep chasing you until I get tired?" Asked Thunder when he managed to grab the woman's wrist. The woman who was stared at in such a way by Thunder was only able to lower her face. Not daring to look at the man in front of her.

Life isn't always fine; at times, it's harsh and challenging, pushing you to your limits. That's why she must have someone like me. I'd ensure the harshness doesn't touch her and the challenges don't test her. I'd be there to fight all her battles, eliminate all threats, and safeguard her at any cost so she experiences what it's like to live in happiness. Thunder rumbles above us, and the rain intensifies. Everyone has their umbrellas up, standing as the Sacerdote delivers his speech, but no one can hear him. The rain muffles his words.

“Wait here.” I watched as the officer went and spoke to someone in a suit. He walked over to me. “Good afternoon...” he paused waiting for my name. “Dominic Thorn.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn. I am Detective Connor Calloway. I believe you know whose car this is?” “It’s my fiancé's car, Leila Clarke. I was on the phone to her when the crash happened.” “Can you tell me what she said?” “Someone was following her, she said they were ramming her and then she crashed. There was a voice that said, ‘she’s mine’. Then the call cut off.”

I glanced at him, pokinh him with the sharp edge of my glare before turning back to the windshield. “Which part of hell are you taking me to, huh?” I spat, my knee bouncing as I sat stiffly, muscles frozen like a plastic Barbie with broken joints. “Thunder Towers, actually,” he replied casually, already pulling up in front of a tall building whose existence I’d only heard about which owned exclusively by people with more money than morals. He parked near the wide marble staircase of the veranda. “Thunder means Zeus. Zeus lives in Olympus.” He shot me a sideways glance. “So technically? I’m taking you to heaven.”