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Thunderhead

Thunderhead

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 13, 2025
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Fiction
Fantasy
Paranormal
Science Fiction
He wasn't chosen. He was struck. When a storm brands Caleb with thunder in his veins, he's pulled into a tribe at war, with monsters in the water and a power that wants to tear him apart. Anna is the only thing keeping him grounded... but survival won't come without Koda, the ally determined to train him, and Mike, the boy who feels too much and doesn't trust him. To keep them all, and himself, Caleb has to master the thunder before it masters him. A story from the unfolding Meteo Saga. Quick note: This story is entirely fictional. The town, people, storms, all of it - made up. If it looks like something from real life, it's coincidence, not intention.
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