Deadly Storms Novels & Stories

That is no fun at all! On the outside of the Hive, the scenery becomes disastrous. As the rain falls, the heavy wind whips anything that it comes close to; there is no safe place to hide in. It has been the worst weather that came to earth, and the very first storm ever recorded- according to the DEOS, no other storm came to earth until this very time. Although the storm isn’t a threat to them, the current occurrence slows them that they can’t enter the Hive anymore and attack its people.

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

By the time we reached the temple’s inner sanctum, a full-blown tempest had descended upon the town. Back in Silverwood Falls, the storm hit with brutal force. Gale-force winds tore through the streets, uprooting trees and ripping roofs from houses. Torrential rain turned the ground to mud, and lightning crackled across the sky, casting eerie, flickering light over the chaos. The storm was more than just a natural disaster; it was a supernatural onslaught, a manifestation of the dark omens we had feared.

Grayson Godwin was already more dead than alive. It turned out the stillness was just the calm before the fucking storm. Outside the weather sirens began to wail. Their smart watches began to chime. Amberleigh glanced at the emergency message, severe thunderstorm warning straight line winds of up to 70 mph reported, take cover immediately, and the loft was plunged into darkness just seconds after. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, she thought.

"Yes, the timing's been... less than ideal. But I'll always have a respect for the sheer intensity of them. Did you know, the force of the wind can actually bend the snow crystals into tiny, razor-sharp blades. The air itself can tear you to shreds." "That's... terrifying." I admit. "You should name it." "Name it?" "Yep. All good storms have a name." She grins up at me, her ice-blue eyes locking on mine. My mind runs through the possibilities. What does one even call a storm like this? A name, like hurricanes back home? 'Whiteout Ethan'? No, that sounds insane. Something stark and chilling? Frost-blade? Glacial hammer? Were they better? "Winters embrace." "Winters... embrace?"

“What in the world is going on? Hanging his head down. He could see the fear in her eyes as the big and bold lightning bolt across the sky caused her to become jumpy. She yelped, taking hold of his arm. “Why do I keep getting caught in some kind of storm! I hate thunder and lightning!” Victor raises his head, focusing on Dynasty's fearful eyes as he listens to the meteorologist's words. He expects heavy rains tonight and all day tomorrow, with possible tornadoes and flooding.

“What’s the crisis this time?” “The storm. It’s here.” The storm he had talked about some days back. The miniscule detail that I had to help Ryan... I thought I still had time for that. "What do you mean it's here?" “I mean it’s in New York. It’s already started,” Ryan snapped. “Supernatural creatures are dying by the dozen... vampires, shifters, witches... whatever this thing is, it’s cutting through them like they’re nothing.” "How can something like a storm kill you guys? Don't you have magic and all?"

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

I muttered, even though I knew I probably was. Rafael put his cup down and crossed his arms. “You were drunk, dancing with strangers, and causing attention. That is the definition of making a scene. Especially after everything that’s been happening with the media.” I clenched my jaw. “I just wanted one night to breathe. Is that so hard to understand?” “You don’t get to ‘breathe’ when someone tried to kill you a few weeks ago,” he said sharply. “You don’t get to act reckless when there are still people out there who want you dead. Grow up, Cassian.”