Thunderous Wizards Novels & Stories

We all stare at it in awe as rogues approach. ‘I wonder?’ May says as she pulls it out and holds it up. ‘The spells we read in the book of spells and hexes, Magnus!’ She says. I’m confused. I give May a strange look before another bone breaks. May steps out from the bushes, holds the stick high in the air, and yells ‘Tumultuous Volley!’ Thunder erupts, and dark clouds appear and swirl around high above the rogues. Tumultuous Volley is one spell in the book I had read. It summons a storm and strikes enemies down with lightning.

" He took her order then loped out the front door to his car. As she watched him she was struck again by the animal grace of his lean body, the sleek pelt of hair on his head, the easy way he moved. Wolf! Man! I am certifiably insane. Everyone knows there are no such things as werewolves. Shifters. They're just legends and myths. But after last night and this morning, and with Halloween casting its paranormal air over everything, it was hard to dismiss her thoughts out of hand.

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, and Qing Yue shakily raised a trembling hand to soothe her throbbing temples. "It was a nightmare. Just another nightmare." She whispered the words, clutching onto them like a lifeline as her heart drummed in her ears. "Nothing more than a nightmare." Unfortunately, the words sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. Looking to the side, she saw that it was only 1 in the morning. She still had 5 more hours to go before morning descended. Because of the advanced weapons used in the Great War, the climate of both the Old World Formation and the New World Formation had changed drastically. One of these changes in the New World Formation was the enshrouding dark

My eyes landed on the balcony where the robed sorcerers were attacking from above. Raged filled me and without thinking I gathered my magic in my hand and unleashed a powerful lightning bolt down onto the robed men. The blue tendrils of electricity blew them off of the balcony and to the ground below. Looking down at my hand with wide eyes, I wondered what in the h*ll just happened. 'Selene!' I heard a voice in my head and turned around. It was Cassius who was running toward me in his wolf form. "Cassius, thank the Gods you are all right!" I cried in relief.

My head was throbbing from worrying too much and my eyes were sunken from not sleeping properly. As I walked into the hall, hand in hand with Mason. I scanned the room and confirmed my suspicions. I wanted to run out of the room and find out what the hell was going on! As usual, many eyes danced around me as I walked into the hall. I managed to bow my head slightly with a tight smile to greet some while I ignored the others. “They are absent. Fenrir, Elena, and Hayden! I knew it.” I muttered to myself. My grip on the glass cup I was holding tightened till I heard a crack.

Adrian resembled a god of thunder. Before Madi and Diego could react, they were struck hard by the terrifying power of divine thunder. Boom! Crack! Snap! Countless thunderbolts surged violently, and the lightning serpents crashed down onto them. Boom! Like a violent storm, the energy pierced through the clouds, appearing nothing short of terrifying. Tyron and the Purple Rain Divine Bird were utterly shocked. They had never expected Adrian to master the art of thunder as well. With each passing moment, more impossibilities unfolded before their eyes regarding Adrian. These impossibilities were becoming reality, showcasing Adrian's terrifying potential. His strength had clearly reached its pea

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.

“I won’t die.” She lifted her hands. “Let’s finish this.” Ravion rushed. He moved faster than ever, a blur of violet and black, and his blade swung down. Alessia lifted Dual Essence. The world vanished into white and silver and shadow. A massive shockwave erupted from the collision, sending dust spiraling high into the air. Spectators shielded their faces. Guards braced. The Three Thrones leaned forward. For a moment nothing could be seen. Nothing could be heard. Nothing existed but swirling smoke.

I know the thunder can feel the new power pulsing through our bond to the thunder. I pump my fist into the sky and whoop with happiness. The thunder responds instantly, shouting or bugling their response. I smile. I am Skylar, Queen Cyryl’s rider. Together, we will lead this thunder into the next phase of our lives. We will not allow the royals to destroy us. If it comes down to us or them, then we will crush them. Scout Commander POV “Would you look at that. It’s the whole fucking thunder,” one of my scouts says beside me.