Deadly Storms Novels & Stories

(VENAL POV) Dryzen Storm is the most dangerous creature I’ve ever met. He’s been living in this world since who-knows-when too long to have played with many lives. It’s that easy for him to kill. And most of all, there is nothing forgiveness whenever he wanted to kill someone. Someone who has not learned to stop challenging him. Someone who spreads rumors about him and is ruining his image. Death is his response to them. If it’s not obvious yet… He’s not ordinary. All he sees in his sight are classified as pity creatures, and there is no insignificant to their life.

Take that. "Oh by the way, my friend here told me how j*rk and d*mb*ass you are. I nearly puke just by hearing those," Katherine said making James fuming mad. I immediately took Katherine away from the scence to prevent other possibilities to happen. He's not worthy of everything, such a waste of time.

Adrian said. Malcolm didn’t look away from the map. “Danger makes dependency obvious.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “People die in blackouts.” Malcolm finally turned his gaze. “People die in chaos too. The difference is whether death teaches a lesson.” The lesson arrived in the form of a storm. Not metaphorical. Actual. A massive cyclonic front rolled across the North Sea, slamming into infrastructure corridors that fed three major European grids. Wind turbines locked down. Offshore platforms shut. Transmission lines swayed under ice load.

Maybe a tornado, fire tornado, tsunami, or hurricane, but definitely not a storm with some soft sounds of thunder, and flashes of lightning here and there. “Cherry, don’t even think about it. Storms kill. If you’re bored, come here. And we’ll watch something else.” Nathaniel’s voice spooked me. I flinched in my seat and turned to look at him. His eyes were on the screen as one of the reporters described how bad the storm was getting. I huffed and got up.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

Pushing aside the pain, she asked me tearfully, “Does this make you feel better? Will it make you stay?” The wounds were very deep. But Ivy had died in the cruel summer heat, and Peter had died in pain from his illness. They had suffered no less than Alyse was suffering right at this moment. I heard myself say coldly, “No. You should die for your sins.” Alyse closed her beautiful eyes, and tears streamed down her face. When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood.

The wind was blowing up to 40mph gusts of winds as the heavens threatened harm to those who were outside. Unfortunately, we will be braving this storm to get the assassin. Sitting in my office, Kyle, Mason and a few head warriors were present as we strategized. This needs to be perfect and if he is keeping those people for experiments, then we can’t wait another day. They needed to be saved.

I watched them leave, fighting the black spots in my vision. Then, something inside me shattered completely. A warm flood gushed out, breaking the dam. "Ah!" Screams erupted around me. "Blood! Look at the blood!" "Oh my god, she's hemorrhaging! Look at her legs! Call 911!" "She's going to die! The baby–!" The voices blurred together into a chaotic roar as I drifted into the dark. I felt the cold grip of death tightening. Some kind tourists and the staff managed to get me onto a stretcher. I was vaguely aware of them covering me with a jacket; my lower half was soaked in red. It must have looked like a horror movie.

Black clouds swept in, rolling across the sky. "The heavens are on my side!" Oscar lit up. The more thunder, the more power he could draw. He shot back into the sky and into the storm clouds again. "Doomsday Storm! Die!" Oscar roared. From the pitch-black clouds, endless bolts of lightning came pouring down. The mountains around had collapsed, and it was as if the earth had split open. Oscar had tapped into the core of his physique—he was going all in. Grinding his teeth, he bore massive pressure.

The air was filled with a deep, chilling cold that emanated from the constant, stable Fire that glowed in the distance the alien sun. "Mediator, thank the elements," Zeva breathed, rushing over. "The storm is here. We have minutes." The chaos was overwhelming. The massive Volatile Water Storm was visible on the horizon a towering, geometric structure of lightning-fast liquid that crackled with uncontrolled energy. This was not rain; it was a wall of pure, unstable kinetic force, and its target was the dense population center on the floating continent. The native Water Weavers beings of shimmering, volatile water were attempting to fight it, channeling frantic, rapid surges of their own chaot