Thunderstorms Book Novels & Stories

Her breath hot on his ear. They ate as thunder rumbled far off. Talk light—movies, school. Rain started pattering after, wind picking up. By nine, the storm hit full—lightning cracking, power flickering. The girls huddled on the couch, movie paused. "I hate thunder," Sophia admitted, knees to chest. Isabella rolled her eyes but scooted closer to her sister. Liam sat in the armchair, watching them. Power surged once, then out. Darkness blanketed the house, rain lashing windows.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Very Thought of You (The Thorntons Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of b

I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.." With this he was ready to face the thunder with a disastrous storm inside. A storm that will either destroy the thunder to bring rain or die getting crashed by it's own winds. So let the storm begin..

This is the second in the insanity Series dealing with the Watson's and the two characters of Max and Deanna. The third will be released in November of 2020. The name of it is Breaking the eye wall. It continues shortly after where Weathering the storm leaves off. A tie in series will be released in December called "The nightmare begins." This story though fictionalized did happen in the US in late 2019. The charaters will be along or the journey in Breaking the eye wall but they will have their own series called "Nightmare". This is the first book in that series.

***CALISTA'S POV*** Malik was still bashing us, with his cuss words, and a sudden rainstorm suddenly began. The rain began to pour down in heavy torrents. The thunder roared in my ears, and I could feel the electric charge of the lightning bolts in the air. It all happened all of a sudden, and I contemplated that this has to surely be the action of the gods. Probably the god of thunder and lightning battling out with his rival. In a couple of seconds, the trees started collapsing, to the heavy thunderous windstorm, and a great volume of water flooded our feet. It seemed like the thunderstorm was also accompanied by an earthquake because I could hear the sounds of the earth quaking in the dis

I laughed hugging him to my chest. "You're afraid of thunderstorms?" I asked him. He glared at me closing the laptop screen down. He placed it on the floor snuggling back to me. "They are terrifying and loud. Gives me nightmares sometimes," He said to me "It's just water and sound Seth. It's not that serious. I actually love thunderstorms. The thunder and heavy rain it's comforting. Maybe you should learn how to love it too instead of finding it scary," I said to him "There is nothing comforting about thunderstorms. It's frightening" He said to me

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A VIVID SCENE OF VIOLENCE THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! There was no doubt about it. The God of lightning and thunder was furious as he cast down on the earth glorious streaks of lightning brightening the night's sky; it was like a brilliant camera flash as it struck repeatedly. The thunder rolled across the midnight sky; it was as if it demanded to crack the world in two. Thor was angry with the earth because of people like Harrison.

The storm had been a distant grumble on the horizon, a dark promise Emily had ignored. Now, it roared with a primal fury, shaking the very foundations of her small, rented bungalow. The power died with a final, pathetic flicker of the overhead light, plunging her into a gray, shadowy world illuminated only by the violent, strobing flashes of lightning. Rain lashed the windows like thrown gravel. She’d been trying to read, but the book was now just a shape in her hands. A deep, rolling crack of thunder, so loud it felt physical, made her jump. And then, a new sound cut through the storm’s symphony: a frantic, pounding at her front door.

But something changed—like the old walls of this house were bracing for something unseen to step through. I opened the first page slowly. Handwritten text, scrawled in dried red ink, lined the page in elegant, ancient script. The smell of earth rose from the book—familiar, unsettling. Like blood spilled on sacred ground. Thorne muttered a phrase in the old Moonveil tongue. A strange hum vibrated beneath my palms, like a pulse that didn’t belong to me. Then I turned the second page— CRACK! A bolt of lightning split the sky, slamming into the earth outside the window. The thunder was deafening, rattling the glass and sending a shiver through the walls. I gasped, jerking back instinctively. The

Anna's POV "My mother used to say, when there’s a heavy downpour of rain, it means the Earth is mourning dead souls." The sharp crackle of lightning lit up the night, followed by a rumble of thunder that seemed to shake the car. The sound jolted me back to reality. I hated thunderstorms—the noise, the darkness, the way my chest tightened every time it struck. I took a shaky breath, trying to focus. "Can you go any faster?" I asked the driver, my voice sharper than I intended.