Thunderstorms Book Novels & Stories

Lightning is the reason for haste. No one knows where she came from in the darkness. And where did she disappear to? And where will it reappear And with what force. But lightning is different. Might hurt a little Or maybe kill. Can give a spark Or maybe burn everything. Thunder is the harbinger of lightning, Thunder can deafen Paralyze all living things The weak of heart is to be killed. Lightning and thunder - that's success in battle. But more intelligent Who escapes the fight He is truly intelligent

Zach was quietly snoring beside me, his arms around my waist. When I moved, he stirred and then slowly opened his eyes. He stared back at me and smiled lazily. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” he said. Then he asked, “How do you deal with storms when you’re on your own?” “More than 70 percent of the time, it doesn’t rain much in London. I like rain anyway. It’s the thunderstorms I’m scared of.” Which was why I didn’t like going back home. We had thunderstorms at least 85 days in a year.

Wind had picked up and the spring Thunderstorms was rolling in as promised. Some of the worst storms came late in the season after a cold winter. And this one had been freezing. Warm air clashed with frigid temperatures,causing all kind of destruction where they met. "She'll have protection around her 24/7", Melissa said as her hair whipped around her face,the intensity of the threatening storm growing. "Is she in the family business?" Colin didn't budge. Not even when the first droplets of rain splattered around them.

Closer this time. The sound hits something deep inside my chest and squeezes. I move toward the window before I can stop myself. The sky is a violent mess of dark clouds and blinding light. Rain slants sideways across the valley. Lightning tears through the sky again. The thunder comes instantly after. My shoulders jerk. My hands clench. I hate storms. I’ve hated them since that day. I press my palm against the cold glass and force myself to breathe. Slow. You’re fine.

"I absolutely hate summer weather swings. One minute it is scorching hot outside, and the next, a random thunderstorm decides to rip through the sky like the world is ending." I squeezed my eyes shut, whispering a small promise into the empty room. "I will survive this night. It is just a storm. It is just a little bit of rain and noise. I can handle this." But the storm didn't seem to care about my little pep talk. The thunder grew louder and louder, booming right above the roof like a series of loud explosions. Lightning flashed repeatedly through the gaps in my blinds, casting sharp, eerie shadows across the white walls of my bedroom.

Madden didn’t like thunder. Not even a little. It was too loud, too mean—like the world was angry. Every time it crashed, he would squeeze his eyes shut and cover his ears, hoping it would go away. To everyone else, it was just weather. But to Madden, thunder meant something bad was going to happen. It always did.

Bryden shouted as the building shook from the thunder. “Do you think they may have come up with the same idea we did and ushered everyone into the dungeon?” Just then a huge thunderclap caught me off balance, and I landed against Bryden, and his arms went protectively around me keeping me from falling. “That was bigger than any we had on Valaisha. The others must have been warned and created a worse storm.” I said against Bryden. Just then a lightning bolt came flashing past us and barely missed us, again the thunder sounded, and the ceiling began to crumble and fall on top of us. I quickly brought my hands up and shielded us.

I tried to move, tried to make myself walk back toward the elevator, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. Thunderstorms had terrified me since I was a child. The sound, the unpredictability, the way the world seemed to shake and tremble like it was falling apart. I pressed my back against the car, gripping the folder so hard it crumpled in my hands. Another flash of lightning. Another deafening crack of thunder. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. And then, suddenly, I was being lifted off the ground. Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me against a solid chest, and I looked up to see Jonathan’s face, his jaw set with determination.

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

Boom! The penetrating thunderclap shocked Heather awake. Hearing the wind howling, she immediately got out of bed to close the windows as the thunderstorm neared. The peace of yesterday had now turned into a heavy downpour. How spontaneous of the weather! Seeing that winter came early and how it rained more than usual, Heather couldn’t tell if it was her fault for getting too comfortable with the climate overseas or it was the weather which was being rather unpredictable. All at once, Heather, who disliked rain and abhorred thunderstorms, closed the window, effectively blocking the piercing thunder outside. The thunder went on for quite some time but it still hadn’t rained, and only a massiv