Deadly Storms Novels & Stories

When you threatened me for Olivia’s sake, did you ever think about my mother’s life? Dante opened his mouth, but no words came out. After a long time, he finally spoke with difficulty, "I thought… I thought she could hold on a little longer. I just wanted to scare you. Make you clear things up. I didn’t really want to hurt her." I let out a cold laugh. "So what? You think that makes your crime any lighter? "Dante, what were you doing when my mom died? You were attending a summit with Olivia, celebrating her selection. I called you to tell you she had passed away. Olivia hung up the phone, and you didn’t even call me back."

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.

Julian stood there, his world tilting on its axis. "Impossible," he muttered. "How could Lily lie to me?" His phone buzzed again. It was the subordinate. "M-Mr. Vance! When is Ms. Lane coming? We're under a cyber attack! The whole network is down, and the users are rioting!" "Get the tech team! Get outside contractors! Can you people not survive five minutes without Elena?" Julian hung up, furious. He turned and sprinted toward the exit, but the elevator was taking forever. Impatient, he shoved open the door to the stairwell.

Hayden had pulled Cory into an abandoned shop only to have the front wall of it blasted off by the slate-grey beast. The gifted Stormbringer wailed, calling its three remaining comrades to it. The fawn, black and other white Stormbringer galloped to its side. The leader was breathing heavily. It dug its claws into the ground. Cory sensed what it was about to do. Gathering the strength of an army into its fifty-foot body, the colossal Stormbringer unleashed one final wave of lightning. A lightning storm hit the city, striking buildings and people at random, desolating the nearest structures and expanding outwards, causing damage to faraway fixtures. The zigzags of lightning diverged in such a

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

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.

Because sometimes the most dangerous thing isn't the storm itself—it's what happens when two storms collide. And Marcus had no idea what was coming for him.