Thunderstorms Book Novels & Stories

“WHAT?” “I’ll call you back later, but don’t worry about it. I just wanted to let know before you hear something. I'm sure Blue will get to him before anything happens to him. Trust me, it’s like someone turned on a kill switch in her, I can’t even get close to her.” Forty-five minutes later, hearing thunder from afar, Tanner looked through the window. “We’re about to get a storm.” Aaron got up and went to the small window by his cell.

His voice was closer now. She risked a glance over her shoulder and saw him—soaked to the bone, his wet shirt clinging to his muscular chest, his dark hair plastered against his forehead. Another thunderclap scattered across the sky. She let out a startled scream. She hated storms. Always had. Her heart raced as she pushed open the heavy doors, slipping inside and slamming them shut behind her. She leaned against them, breathing heavily. What was God thinking when he decided to create thunder? The thunder clapped again, this time the power flashed once, then went out completely, plunging the house into darkness.

SEBASTIAN POV The room was too quiet. My body wouldn’t sit still. And skin felt so tight with my bones humming. The moon tonight wasn’t just bright. It was greedy. Bigger than I had seen it in years, swollen and pale, pressing against the glass like it wanted in. Like it was watching me. The thunder rolled low over the city skyline too. And rain hit the glass in sheets. Then almost impossible, a rainbow split the clouds, thin and bleeding light even in the dark. Omens. My grandmother used to say thunder meant change. Rain meant cleansing. While rainbows meant promises.

After I discovered the bugging device, I used the promotion I had worked ten years to earn as cover to ensure her safety. However, what I received in return was her relentless pursuit of revenge. I would never forget the horror of being dragged hundreds of miles behind a car. A flicker of hatred surged in my eyes at the thought of this. “Ms. Lynn is always measured in her actions. We don’t need to worry.” Wynnie’s expression softened slightly when she noticed that I was not making a big deal out of the watch At that moment, Ash came running over, wheezing and dragging his suitcase.

Then the first crack of thunder hit. BOOM. I jumped so hard the book flew out of my hands. My chest tightened. It sounded exactly like the thunder that night in Cassian’s cabin. The same low rumble, the same sharp snap right after. My breathing picked up fast. Short. I pressed a hand to my throat like that would stop it. “Shit… not now,” I whispered. My voice shook.

Small improvements came, but the nightmares continued. "I found something," Lyra announced one evening, carrying an ancient book from the archives. "A journal from two hundred years ago. A storm-wolf named Marcus Thunderstrike. He had the same problem—power manifesting too young." "What did he do?" Cassian asked desperately. "He learned to dance with it instead of fighting it." She showed him sketches of movement patterns, flowing forms that looked almost like martial arts. "He said the lightning wasn't the enemy. Fear of the lightning was."

She explained about the syllabus and about the previous lessons. Mrs.Smith explained, "So we have already completed our last chapter. Today we are going to start a new poem named, 'After the Storm' by William Wordsworth." Then looking at Daisy, Mrs. Smith ordered, " Daisy Miller, will you read the poem loudly so that rest of the class can hear?" Daisy replied obediently, "Yes, Mrs. Smith." Then she started reciting the poem, standing in her place, in her silvery voice. The poem sounded like a melodious song in her sweet voice.

I recite those worthless 4 years of my psychology degree over. A sudden rumble can be heard. Low and steady, preaching to the people that a storm is about to roll over. Anon an abrupt flash of lightning lights up the sky. It matches so perfectly with Levi's eyes. Of course, as with lightning, comes thunder. And thunder it is. Loud; intrusive thunder. Perfectly matching the heavy air that surrounds us. Just like the lightning comes and ends in a flash, so did our retelling of our trip to the heavens. No mortal words could truly describe what it felt like.

Terrifying thunderbolts tore through the black clouds nonstop like demonic dragons. Rumble! The entire capital city was shaking as if going to be destroyed by Thunder. Chu Xun, who was lazily holding half a straw stick in his mouth, suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes. He stared coldly at the gathering thunder calamity in the sky. Jing Hong's expression also changed. She could clearly sense the danger. This thunder calamity seemed to want to destroy her. Before the thunderbolts descended, she felt a chill all over. If they attacked her, she would not be able to withstand it.

The rain doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, and she considers calling Ibrahim, but she's afraid of disturbing his work. Anna was still looking out the large window at the rain when the sound of lightning strikes echoed loudly and caused Anna to fall to the floor. As she heard another flash of lightning, she pressed her palm against her ears. She's just terrified of thunder, and she's hoping for Ibrahim to return soon. The thunder doesn't seem to stop, but rather intensifies. She's tightened her palms to cover her ears as tears stream down her cheeks. She couldn't take it any longer and shrieked when she saw lightning flashes through the window.