Calmness To My Storm Novels & Stories

It blazes beneath my skin, scorching through my veins with unrelenting fury. I don’t even try to stop it. This isn’t just a storm anymore. It’s an inferno. A force of searing, blistering light and chaos, ready to burn everything in its path. The wine glass shatters in my hand. I inhale sharply, my chest rising and falling as I force myself to think. So, what’s my next move? Summon them here? Let the storm rage? Or go to them—reign it in just enough to listen before I tear them apart?

This was just her warmup act. I closed my eyes and let the storm surround me. I was small and insignificant in comparison to this. My problems were nothing; this wind could blow them all away with one tiny gust. In one hundred years, the elements of this storm would still exist, while my business and I would be long gone. I reached out my hands and felt the tempest inside of me raging along with the hurricane. My rage bled into the storm and released me from it. A strong hand clamped down on my arm and forcefully spun me away from the beach.

She knew she would need all her courage and resourcefulness to navigate the storm that was brewing within the pack. Stanley stormed back into his room, his rage unabated, and slammed the door shut behind him. The room trembled with the force of his fury as he paced back and forth, his breath heavy and labored. The weight of his emotions bore down on him like a relentless storm, threatening to shatter his sanity.

The calm is ending. The storm is coming. And I am ready.

The weight in my chest loosens. Just enough for me to breathe again. Just enough for me to whisper— “Okay.” His eyes close briefly—like my answer is the one thing he needed to hear to stay sane tonight. When he opens them again, the storm is still there. But now… I’m not scared of it. Not anymore.

I prided myself on keeping calm and collected, but today, it was as if a tempest had taken hold of me, tearing through my carefully constructed facade. I took a deep breath, desperately trying to quell the storm brewing inside me. I knew I needed to calm down before facing Alexander again. He didn't deserve this much of my anger, no matter how justified it felt at the moment, we just got married and I needed to reel him in with love and not push him away in anger. With trembling hands, I poured myself a glass of water and sipped it slowly, hoping its coolness would soothe the fire raging within.

I really didn't know how to control him. “Be calm, Lilith,” a sweet intoxicating voice swam into my ears. I recognized it as the goddess's own, so I didn't panic. There was no use turning to see her because of the fog. So I just listened. “There is a storm raging inside him, and you need to make him calm.” “But how? Who are these people to begin with?” I asked her. “Who they are doesn't matter, see this as a test to develop your strengths. To make him calm, you need to be calm yourself.”

I focus hard, determined to hand out these assignments and go prepare to hunt the woman I’m going to marry. The eerie calm before the storm when even nature is silent waiting for the inevitable storm. Rain begins to patter, wetting and the earth causes a damp smell to invade my nostrils. thunder booms in the distance while simultaneously the wind brings its own violent dance to the swirling chaos. Closing my eyes, I take deep breaths, finding peace in the chaos. Storms have always soothed my soul. Perhaps it’s because I have demons inside that create their own dark storm. My mind is forever chaotic while my heart and mind finally align in the firm decision of what I’m about to do. I’m about

a cool voice said behind us. Recognizing the voice immediately, I got off Fred who started coughing and inhaling air greedily. Without another word, he took off, leaving me alone with the girl of my dreams. “You’re up early,” I said after some uncomfortable minutes of silence. “Aren’t you supposed to be by your husband’s side on his bed?” If undisturbed was a person, then it would be Storme. Her expressions were so calm, as if she just finished meditating and praying to the moon. It scared me more than I can say, how totally in control she could be of her emotions.

" Matthias's lips went white as he tried to speak, but no words came out. He knew me well. If I had lost it, yelled at him, or even hit him, maybe there would be a chance to fix things between us. However, I was so calm. I did not even blame him. He knew I would never look back.