Deadly Storms Novels & Stories

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

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.

"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?"

Dorathy told me that's called a panic attack and that it's completely normal given everything I've been through. Logan glances at the papers spread across the table, then at me. I try a small, hopeful smile. He doesn't return it. I look back down at the calculator. "Don't be an ass," Killian mutters under his breath. I don't think I was supposed to hear that. Cade told them not to swear around me or they'd have to put money in the swear jar. I didn't know what that was at first, but now that I do, I think it's hilarious.

Storm stared at the buzzling cities, the big houses, hoping her mouth wasn’t hanging open. This was a far cry from what she knew. How could all these be a single pack? She followed Tasha as she made a turn into a dark tiny street, looking around. “What’s wrong? Why are we going through this dark alley,” She had to ask. “I a m trying hide,” Tasha responded, walking faster, “I will be in big trouble if they find out that I left without permission,” Oh…… Storm nodded and just followed her silently They darted through alleys and side streets, avoiding the prying eyes of the humans.

Bruce, weakened and disoriented, could only brace himself for the impending onslaught. Max, known for his brutality in interrogations, took the lead. With a vicious strike, he aimed for Bruce's already battered face. The impact was savage, causing blood to spurt from Bruce's mouth. Each blow served as a chilling reminder of the power these men wielded and their complete disregard for human suffering.

The first explosion was not loud, just a deep concussive thud but the windows rattled. The lights flickered —then died. Miguel was already moving before the second sound came. A deafening explosion rocked the earth sending debris flying. The heat hit the back of the kitchen like a living thing ready to devour. Flame rolled up the western wing of the hacienda, orange and violent. Dry beams caught fast. The weeks of oppressive rain had soaked the earth—but not the old timber framing the house.

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.

Autumn got out of bed feeling restless once again and looked out the window from the second floor of her bedroom. She hadn’t felt at ease since that wild storm swept through Madhfel. What terrified her most was how the disastrous storm struck without warning—no alerts, no urgent messages from the meteorologists, nothing to prepare the town for what was coming. It was as if the storm had simply fallen out of the sky, unpredictable and merciless. This sense of sudden vulnerability gnawed at her, making the world feel more dangerous than ever.