Thunderous Wizards Romane & Geschichten

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.

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.

That presence which is like a force he unknowingly carries around with him is on full display and it attracts them. Everyone - male or female- is attracted to Ash Thunder. He's a god in a room full of mortal men, a donut on a table of Brussels sprouts, he's as mesmerizing as a brightly lit and twinkling Christmas tree in a pitch-black room. It's so obvious that everyone's lust pit is reacting to him.

“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.

Franz exclaimed. “Snake, the symbol of mystery. An incarnation of a dick-head who claims that he is mysterious while the truth is, he is literally garbage. Badai Halilintar (Thunderous Storm)!” Varz exclaimed raising his swords to summon great wind and thunder to wipe the horde out. Varz can’t see Franz anywhere. There’s no way a great swordsman like Franz can be killed by such a blow. “Varz! Watch out! Your footing!” Duo exclaimed.