Truly Like Lightning A Novel Novels & Stories

Landon never takes orders from me. Just as I am about to step into the mouth of the cave, a blinding flash of light breaks from the skies and descends. The crackling energy of the lightning strike sends a shockwave through the surroundings and the ground actually shakes. What the? Earthquake? Here? Another lightning cuts through the dark sky. It is so bright that I have to shield my eyes. The after image burns in my vision and I have to momentarily stop for a whole. Thunder roars behind me as if the god of thunder himself has waged war against mother earth.

No one had seen Reno move at all, yet they could visibly see Jill on the move as he raised his hands, and lightning strikes could be seen forming. Lightning was an ability that’s strange. Because rather than wielding it, it’s a force that you attract—in a way, by having what makes the lightning respond to one’s call, it responds to the person. But one thing Jill had failed to notice was that unlike him, who borrows lightning, Reno didn’t need to summon it—he just had it inside of him, like he was some current of lightning himself.

The flame cast enormous, grotesque shadows on the walls that writhed with each thunderclap. Another lightning bolt, stronger, illuminated the entire apartment, followed almost instantly by a thunderclap that made the glass tremble and Leon’s bones vibrate. Júlia shuddered visibly. “I hate this,” she confessed in a whisper, pulling her knees to her chest. “It feels like the world is going to split open.” “It’s just physics,” Leon said, sitting in the opposite armchair, keeping a safe distance from the sofa where she was. “Energy being released.”

A dazzling light emerged, and a violent lightning storm roared forward, instantly filling the entire street. The blinding lightning and thunder were so intense that Isabella could not bear to look at it directly, and her eardrums ached. The entire street was filled with flashes of lightning. The sand cavalry disintegrated in an instant and collapsed onto the ground. When the lightning disappeared, all the sand cavalry vanished along with it. Creatures of this level could not pose a threat to Wilbur no matter how many there were. Meanwhile, Isabella saw Wilbur as a god of thunder, a presence she could hardly fathom.

"Last I heard, they were too disemboweled to be found." Something inside me snaps. The wind howls through the camp, whipping through the trees, sending debris spiraling into the air. Energy crackles in my veins, raw and unfiltered. I lift my hands without thinking. A pulse of violet light surges from my fingertips. Lightning, wild and untamed, strikes the earth from the sky beneath Livia’s feet. The impact shatters the ground, sending a shockwave through the clearing. Screams erupt as rogues scatter, their earlier bravado shattered by the sheer force of the unnatural storm raging above.

Thunder roared so loud I thought my eardrums would explode and the lightning that followed sent shockwaves through the forest as it struck the trees. Running through the forest was like a blind man attempting to navigate a minefield. The darkness coupled with the sheeting rain obstructed my vision and the streaks of lightning threatened to strike me down. I should have been terrified but I wasn’t. Instead, I welcomed it. I had no time to contemplate the circumstances that led me here while all my attention was focused on dodging obstacles and lightning bolts.

"There's good in the world still, Aurora. You are still good. I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but I know you, and you're stronger than this. Don't let this break you. Don't let this break us." He kissed the top of my head again and let his lips linger there as he slowly swayed us. My crying slowed down and my breathing began to steady after multiple deep breaths. He's right. I'm not spent, I'm just tired. I'm not weak, I'm just bent out of shape currently. Yes, there's bad in the world, but there cannot be darkness without light. I'm thankful to be able to see things in a new light now. I can appreciate the light more, and I can appreciate the darkness as well. After all, it was th

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

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

Omniscient It starts with a single crack. Not thunder. Not yet. Just the forest holding its breath before the sky suddenly splits open. This lightning doesn’t flicker, it hunts. Bolts slam into the earth with furious precision, carving trenches of steam into moss and root. The clouds churn above like something angry is watching through them, teeth bared behind each strike. “Move!” Scarlett shouts, hauling Erik toward the treeline. But it doesn’t matter. The lightning follows them.