Truly Like Lightning A Novel Novels & Stories

“You’re trying to make yourself unbreakable.” “Is that bad?” I asked. “No,” he said after a pause. “Just dangerous, even steel breaks if you hit it hard enough.” I looked down at my hands, the same hands that had once trembled when I faced my reflection, the same hands that now glowed faintly with energy. “Then I’ll just have to be lightning,” I said softly. “Lightning doesn’t break.” He smiled faintly, looking out at the fading sun. “Lightning also destroys everything it touches.”

- she added defiantly, the ball above her head getting bigger and bigger and lightning bolts appearing around it, thundering ominously. Mixtures of terror and anticipation appeared on the faces of the "Viking's" subjected vampires, as their eyes wandered from their leader to the growing ball of light. The blonde's face was impenetrable for several minutes like a marble sculpture, even from his eyes one could not read any emotion. He was looking at Miyuki with that blank eyes, as if he wanted to read from her face if she would be able to fulfill her threat. In the end, however, "Viking" closed his eyes and bowed his head to raise it after a few more seconds. This time he looked at Miyuki with

To him, the lightning wasn't a curse; it was an invitation. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of being found out. I was afraid of how much I wanted to be lost in him.

The violet lightning struck. The Sound of the Heart The world turned into a blinding strobe of indigo and white. Leo’s body arched as the massive electrical surge poured through him and into the earth. The sound wasn't a bang; it was a deep, resonant thrum that vibrated in the very marrow of their bones. When the light faded, the storm had broken. The clouds parted, revealing a cold, starlit sky. Leo lay face down on the basalt, his clothes smoking, his breath still.

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

It was very quiet, the only sound was the wind and leaves, coupled with the lightning flashing. "God of Lightning?" Justin was devastated to hear the God of Lightning. Moreover, Justin heard that the figure freed Ruin. "Why did the God of Lightning free Ruin?" Justin took Alice by the hand, telling her to run as fast as the wind out of the apartment. The God of Lightning is known as a good God, and he was born in Nirvana. So it's no wonder that he can free Ruin, even with just a snap of a finger. But the question for Justin and Alice is, why did the God of Lightning open a void dimension portal for Ruin?

Chapter 3(unedited) The light in the cabin flickered, on and off before going off. Did I tell you that I hate darkness? The only light in the cabin is the light from the thunder outside. My hand closing my ear every time the light brightens inside the cabin. Add that to the list, thunder with flashes of light. Just the right combination for a perfect horror story.

I felt like I wanted to vomit on what she said. We started to argue like the usual and mama stopped as. I roamed my eyes and it stopped on a handsome guy walking down the stairs. I mean, it’s not that he’s handsome but I got speechless with his transformation. He could be compared to Grant’s appeal but Grant is still much more than him. “Kuya Triton, is that really you? I don’t know but you became more handsome to my eyes.” Daya said fan girl-ing on his Kuya Triton. Tsk.

The ground trembled, and the crystal pulsed around me. The electricity wrapped me in its blinding embrace, sparking with energy that both hurt and awakened. It surrounded me, a tempest that drew tighter and brighter, burning with a wrath that defied everything. But I was still there, still standing, my resolve unyielding. The power grew, its heat crawled on my skin, and it challenged my soul. I was alone, but I was strong, and as it all came crashing down, I knew that the lightning wasn’t just testing me. It was making me.

The storm had moved east, devouring the horizon. What had once been Raleigh’s skyline now glowed with an eerie green aura. Bolts of corrupted lightning twisted down like serpents, coiling around the tallest buildings before disappearing into the heart of the chaos. That was where the host was. I could feel it. Every time the lightning struck, my skin prickled with residual energy — the same pulse that had nearly consumed me the night before. It wasn’t just weather anymore. It was intelligent. It was searching.