Thunderous Amv

"Did I reincarnate as a doomed extra? Hell no! Time to rewrite this script!" Charles was just a college kid glued to his gaming console until he woke up as Rian Cole, the punching bag of the ruthless Storm Clan. His power? Zapping things with electricity! But, to Charles’ dismay, Rian’s body has a mind of its own, short-circuiting every time he tries to throw a punch. In the original story, Rian Cole was cursed with wild, uncontrollable electric powers. Shunned, beaten, and tossed aside as cannon fodder to buy time for the clan leader battling the world’s hero. But Charles isn’t here to play the victim. With no system, no cheats, and a body that seems to prank him at every turn, Charles is ready to prove a "nobody" can flip the game board. The clan despises him, rivals underestimate him, and the battle arenas want him six feet under. But amid the chaos, they show up: girls as stunning as they are deadly, joining his wild ride. First, a stepsister with an angelic face and viper-like schemes, all under the guise of "protecting" him. Second, a quirky warrior who fights hard and teases harder, keeping Charles on his toes in ways he can’t keep track of. The third and fourth girls? You’ll have to read to find out. The ecchi is sizzling, and the harem’s brewing, even if Charles can barely stay upright! WARNING: The story kicks off fast with back-to-back battles, but it won’t always be a slugfest. (There’s downtime for romance and laughs to shine.) Despite the Murim-style outfits and ranks, this tale unfolds in a modern world like ours, packed with elemental powers, magic, and innate abilities. Explicit +18 scenes spark up after chapter 100, clearly marked with a (+18) tag. And yeah, the story dives into fetishes—think feet, butts, boobs, and more... NO NTR. NO YURI. DAILY UPDATES!!

Lin Yuan, carrying the "Door to Myriad Worlds," transmigrated into the Great Universe of the Starry Sea. Here, the mightiest could obliterate star systems with the flick of a finger, and traverse millions of light-years in an instant. As a bottom-dweller, Lin Yuan could only rely on the "Door to Myriad Worlds" and his innate talent, "Against-Heaven's Understanding," to travel through countless worlds, silently growing stronger. 【Your Against-Heaven's Understanding allows you to cultivate the Muscle-Tenden Transformation Bible, comprehending the 'Muscle-Tendon Transformation Blood Tempering Divine Technique'】 【Your understanding is Heaven-Against, upon extending your comprehension to the Thunder in the Palm, results in the mastery of the 'Thunder Creation Opening Technique'】 【Your understanding is Heaven-Against, while observing the birth and death of worlds, leads to the insight of the 'World in the Palm'】 【Your understanding is Heaven-Against,, through studying the art of external incarnations, culminates in the 'Self-Transformation Great Technique'】 ...... In his unending travels, Lin Yuan ceaselessly grew stronger, until... he was unrivaled across all worlds.

Enter the Immortal Sect, cultivate the Immortal Dao. Others practice diligently and arduously, but Li Yunjing masters everything in one go, his comprehension defying the heavens. Understand the thunder magic, embark on the path of immortality. Practice the thunder magic, and take on the heavenly calamity.

Light and color, sound and scent; Clothing, food, shelter, transportation, smartphones, computers; Burning, freezing, friction, explosion, thunder, rain, growth, decay; All material changes and chemical phenomena; Our bodies, our thoughts, our world— were all built upon electromagnetic interactions! Whoever could control electromagnetic forces, they would be the tyrant who dominated the world! However, electromagnetism is too profound for us, so let us start by learning how to "Discharge"...

The fat and ugly Nora Smith is the laughingstock of the town when her fiancé breaks off their engagement. He says, “The sight of your gigantic face and thunder thighs disgusts me! Don't ever pester me again!" “What an idiot.” Nora scoffs and turns around, her lips curling up into a smile. Later, when Nora successfully slims down, she returns as an astounding beauty. Her ex-fiancé comes to her bearing flowers and begs, "I was wrong, Nora. I’m willing to do anything as long as you come back to me.” Nora rests her chin in her hands and smiles as she replies, “Real men don’t dwell on the past.” Angered, he says, “You’re just a dimwit saddled with baggage that I dumped, Nora. No one will want you except me!" But following that… A young and popular singer tweets: “Nora Smith is my goddess!" An internationally renowned surgeon asks, “Are you free tonight, Nora?” Even the rich and influential hotshot whom everyone is scared of comes forward and says, ”I can take care of my wife and children myself, thank you very much.”

Rising from a sea of blood, revived from extinction, as thunder cracks across the sky, Ye Xuan walks out of the blood sea... PS: This book is of a dark genre, the protagonist is cold and ruthless, it is not a tale of sainthood, there are no kneeling women, the protagonist is extremely violent. This is the story of a great demon king's return to the city, perhaps... this book has what you desire. Those of faint heart should not read this book, and neither should moral saints. Please consider carefully before falling into this pit, whether you want to read this book.

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

Shen Long held a Myriad Beasts Tower, and the Spirit Beasts he reared became increasingly formidable— The Fire Rock Beast transformed into the Fire Qilin The Gold-Winged Windroc into the Thunder Roc The Green-Eyed Spirit Fox into the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox … Years later. Do you know what Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race is?!

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

[Earthlings! You have been summoned to participate in the Universe's Armageddon...] The voice thundered in billions of minds simultaneously, making Arthur drop his last piece of bread on the dirty slum floor. [Beta Testing Phase: Initiated] [10 Million Chosen Participants] [You have been selected!] "What the F***?" Arthur clutched his head, the system messages burning behind his eyes. This wasn't some phone notification or TV broadcast - this was inside his skull. [Talent Awakening in Progress...] [System...Error!] [SSS Talent Detected: Primordial Summoner] By the time the game had merged with reality, Arthur already had dozens of legendary summons to aid him against the incoming chaos. [You have summoned the SSS-Level "Primordial Dragon"!] [You have extracted the SSS-Level Skill "Berserk"!]

Global changes have occurred, the world has turned into a game, and strange monsters are raging all over the world. To become stronger and to resist disasters. Everyone is changing classes and moving up their ranks like crazy. Some people become wizards in their first transformation, while others become professional thunder warriors in their second transformation. But Ling Zhan did the opposite. First, he chose a non-professional class and added the blue bar to all attribute points. “It's crazy. I don't have a class. All I have are low-level skills before I change classes. How can I fight in the later stages? What's the use of the blue bars? It can't increase combat effectiveness. It's really funny...” However, when the battle occurs, Level 3 Thunder Warrior: “I'm shocked, non-professionals are so strong?” A certain third-level Elf Queen: “Infinite blue bars, invincible in one-on-one combat, No. 1 in team battles, how can we fight like this?”

"The apocalypse came without warning. I woke up three days later... and the world was no longer ours." A rift tore through reality, overlapping Earth with a foreign dimension filled with horrors beyond comprehension. The strongest evolved, gaining flames, thunder, or psychic force. The weakest turned into corrupted husks—zombies wandering the night. But Lu Zhen? He wasn't chosen by the system. He wasn’t part of the evolution. Yet he awakened with something different—something mechanical. A whisper in his mind. Decompose metal. Absorb structure. Reforge function. From ruined skyscrapers to shattered tanks, everything metal became his. He didn't evolve through fire. He evolved through forging. Now the night belongs to monstrous things. The world has fallen. But one man walks the ashes… Rebuilding the future, one scrap at a time. "They evolve with fire. I build with metal."

When the gods erased his homeland from existence, Astha emerged as the sole survivor—scarred, flame-bound, and remembered only by the ash beneath his feet. Branded by divinity’s cruelty and haunted by a forgotten past, he now walks the ruins of a sacred world with a single purpose: to burn down the heavens that dared to rewrite fate. Bound to him is Smritidhaara, a cursed chain-sickle forged from the memories of the erased—an extension of Astha’s rage and sorrow. But when he crosses paths with Luv, a thunderborn exile from the celestial realm, their fates intertwine in a war neither of them yet understand. As buried truths awaken and mythic beasts rise from divine prisons, Astha and Luv must confront ancient gods, dead empires, and a reality that refuses to stay sealed. With every step, the fire grows. The thunder sharpens. And the gods begin to remember what they tried so hard to forget. This is not a story of heroes. It is the beginning of a reckoning.

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!

Shi Lan is a kind and gentle young man to the point of stupidity. He gives everything he has to the poor and the rich. Even angels might call him stupid, but because of this, he is loved by all creatures and possesses unparalleled strength. He joins the Blue Sea Sect, but he doesn't want to kill any of the creatures, which makes everyone hate him. However, he discovers a beautiful place in the forest and meets a beautiful white wolf. He goes there every day, but the problem is, this wolf is the Golden Thunder Emperor, someone even a devil would describe as immoral and evil. He wanted to make Shi Lan hate humans, but he finds himself protecting Shi Lan and becomes obsessed with poor Shi Lan.

In an empire forged by blood and strategy, Constantine is reborn—a mind from another world in the body of Rome’s most ruthless emperor. Haunted by ancient secrets and armed with knowledge centuries ahead of his time, he will stop at nothing to remake the world in his image. From the burning streets of Rome to the rising towers of Constantinople, Constantine’s ambitions grow with every conquest: new machines thunder to life, old gods stir beneath the stones, and magic awakens in the shadows. Enemies plot, lovers tempt, and empires rise and fall as the rules of reality itself begin to change. In a world where one man dares to rewrite fate, who will rule when dawn breaks over a new Rome?

"Thunder Knight" is about a 17-year-old boy named Skyler Arakawa, who is called the God of Thunder. He lives a normal teenage life, enjoying time with his best friend, Ben, who is known as the God of Wind. They spend their days laughing, going to school, and having typical teenage adventures. One day, they meet a mysterious person named Jake. Jake tells them something incredible, there is a powerful being who created the entire universe, along with three other strong beings – a godly being, a demonic being, and an angelic being. Skyler doesn't believe or care about what Jake says. He prefers to focus on his simple, everyday life. But everything changes when his parents, Emily and Ethan Arakawa, tell him shocking news. Emily, known as the God of Light, and Ethan, the God of Fire, inform Skyler that gods are coming to capture his mother because she has celestial blood, making her a target. Skyler's world turns upside down as he realizes that his family's heritage is real and not just a myth. The gods are after his mother, which means their peaceful life is in danger. Skyler now has to face the truth he once ignored and get ready to protect his family from the coming threat. This is the story of how Skyler goes from being a carefree teenager to someone who must defend his family and their legacy.

Mark Nicholson isn't your average African American otaku from Alabama, but one thundering night, everything changes. Hooked up to the Nerve Core Virtual Reality gaming set, Mark and his childhood friends, Bonner and Q are sent through the tunnel of light and dark to another world resembling a video game they attempted to play together during a mystery update. He was craving for change and thirsting for adventure. Mark casts aside his own mediocrity in order to don a new name alongside his friends and gains a lofty ambition: World Domination. Though a world stuck within its own ideals is sure to resist, can Mark and his friends gain the power necessary to become conquerors of their new world?! The cover artist is Kucing Pawpaw on Fiverr.

Lee Kang Woo lived a life no one envied — born poor, overworked, broken dreams, and a family he loved but couldn’t provide for. In his late 30s, with nothing left to lose, he looked death in the eye… but death didn’t come. Heaven struck first. A bolt of thunder ripped through the sky — and took him with it. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t dead… just somewhere else. A world of swords, sects, and martial demons. No system. No cheats. Only his will. And it turns out, that was enough to shake the heavens.

Heir to a forgotten name, Lucretia walks through the ruins of a drifting world. When thunder echoes beyond the sealed mountains, she sets forth in search of meaning—and perhaps redemption—guided only by the omen of the storm that sleeps within her.

It was just another day — or so it seemed. The wind howled like wolves on the hunt, lightning carved veins across the ink-black sky, and thunder growled with a voice not its own. Neer, having a bad day thought, 'What could go more wrong?' But fate, cruel and unseen, Had only just begun to whisper. That thought — fleeting, bitter — Was the doorway to his nightmare. A moment unnoticed, Where reality tore like fragile paper. The world twisted, bled, and breathed anew — A waking hell, clawing through the seams of reason. The unsaid was spoken, The impossible turned real. Imagination rose from shadowed corners, Draped in flesh and breath. Nightmares, once chained in sleep, Now walked beside the living — Silent. Watching. Waiting.

Reborn in a world of cultivation, Zhen Liang begins life as a quiet, forgotten child. When his rare Thunder Spiritual Root awakens, so too do echoes of a sealed modern past. In a world ruled by power, a modern soul walks the long road to immortality.

They say long ago, Bathala and the other gods walked the archipelago. Not in temples. Not in dreams. But on the soil, barefoot, bloodstained, breathing. They ruled not with mercy, but with memory. Each river bore their voice. Each mountain, their wrath. Offerings were made. Oaths were broken. Kingdoms rose and rotted in their name. Then came the silence. A silence too heavy, too sudden. Like a scream swallowed by the sea. The old names were buried. The sigils burned. And the gods... forgotten. But the islands remember. Beneath the fields, something still breathes. In the farthest provinces where the stars shine brightest, the old blood still stirs. Children vanish on moonless nights. Creatures crawl from the mangroves with bone in their teeth. And in the silence between lightning and thunder, some swear they hear voices. Ancient, mournful, waiting to be worshipped again. And on nights when the stars vanish, the old blood rises again. Maybe the gods never left. Gone, they are not, but only hidden behind the faces of men. Written by: Cadlaon Copyrights2025

The sky, once majestic and brimming with divine radiance, now crumbles into a shadowy gloom, shattered by cataclysms that annihilate all celestial glory. The earth, once fertile and teeming with life, has withered into a desolate wasteland, trampled underfoot by legions of dark creatures—demons, devils, and vengeful spirits that roam in bitter triumph. This world no longer belongs to the holy; it is a new kingdom for the outcast, dancing upon the ruins of God and His Entire Heavenly Host. Yet amid this ruin, the One Accursed—a figure destined to submit to fate—rises instead with thunderous defiance. Rather than accept defeat, he rallies the remnants of the angelic armies, commanding those still loyal to the light to rebel. With blind conviction, they challenge the dark forces that now hold the throne of the cosmos, deluding themselves as bearers of the one true righteousness. But is their resistance merely an illusion? Or is this the dawn of a new curse—an eternal cycle where the damned become rulers, and the rebels mere pawns in a far darker game? The battle rages, no longer between light and dark, but between arrogance and a destiny already etched into the dust of annihilation.

⚡ Thunder Quenching Warrior Caan Sunder has always lived in silence. Haunted by tragedy. Paralyzed by grief. Alone. But when beings from a parallel Earth—the Alcatrix—descend through glowing rifts, fleeing the collapse of their REM-infused world, Earth is forever changed. Alongside them comes REM—an energy that tears open the boundaries of the soul. With its arrival, every human is exposed to the REM Weave, a dimension of raw spirit where no two souls are the same. Power is no longer inherited or learned—it’s born from your truest desire, deepest need, and the one thing you want most. As war erupts between worlds, alliances fracture, and new kingdoms rise from the ruins, humanity races to master its newfound soul-born gifts. And Caan? His soul doesn’t just awaken. It breaks rules. Defies the weave. And unlocks something even the Alcatrix feared. — In a world where power reflects your soul, what if your soul was never meant to be seen?

Zhang ruishi is 17 years old boy, his father and mother are spirit masters who died during war between spirit master and half-beast  He wanted to become a spirit master not because of revenge but to get medicine for his ill-sister who was asleep for two years, the only medicine that cure is available to spirit master   thus began his journey. how to obtain the medicine? what is the hard ship he faces? how he overcome every wall that is blocking him? 

This isn’t a story about werewolves, vampires, or typical fantasy tropes. This is her story—Celestene. The girl who never believed in forever, because everyone she ever cared for ended up leaving. Until Luna. They weren’t friends—they were something fiercer. Sharper. Two girls who ruled their school not with charm, but with strength and silence. When a petty love letter sparked a violent fight, the world turned against them. And when Luna died… something inside Celestene shattered. They called it an accident. She called it murder. Now, Celestene isn’t just mourning—she’s making a vow. To find Luna, no matter what realm she has to cross. Even if it means stepping beyond the veil of reality and into a world ruled by moonlight and thunder, war and secrets. A world where celestial powers choose goddesses… and where healing creatures are called demons. What starts as vengeance becomes something greater—a cosmic journey, a battle between sun and moon, light and shadow. And somewhere in that chaos, a girl with fire in her chest and thunder in her veins might finally become what she was always meant to be. Not human. Not ordinary. A Goddess.

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com In a quiet mountain village forgotten by the world, a barefoot beggar named Long Wei lives each day chasing scraps and warmth. Born with nothing, he expects nothing—until the day he hears a voice that cuts through the silence like thunder: "When your breath and blade become one, the world bows before you." It is the voice of a martial master from the nearby Blue Mist School, speaking to gathered villagers. But to Long Wei, it is something more. In that instant, he witnesses a Martial Artist move with grace and power beyond comprehension—and his soul ignites. For the first time in his life, Long Wei wants something. Not bread. Not pity. He wants strength. Armed with nothing but obsession, curiosity, and a body hardened by hunger, Long Wei begins a perilous climb toward power—a journey fraught with brutal trials, cruel sects, ancient secrets, and the unyielding laws of the martial world.

The Last Crown of the East A Tale of Fire, Stone, and Sovereignty For forty days, the siege has thundered at the gates of Draventh — the last free city of the East. Above the black cliffs of the Aviedhien Ocean, Queen Lysmira stands defiant, heir to a bloodline that once bound gods. Her people starve. Her armies dwindle. But her will remains unbroken. Beyond the valley, Emperor Brudahas commands a host a million strong — the greatest army ever forged. Kingdoms have fallen beneath his boots. Rivers have been bent to his will. He comes not to burn Draventh, but to crown it. To finish the world he has conquered. What unfolds is not merely a siege, but a war of legacies — where surrender is not defeat, and conquest is not victory. Between a tyrant who seeks eternity and a queen who chooses memory, the battle becomes something greater: a reckoning. When gods no longer answer, when Dust itself becomes a weapon, only one truth remains: The crown must be taken… or buried with its last bearer.