Force Of Nature A Novel Novels & Stories

But this oath, this promise, was absolute. No harm will come to you, I whispered again. No force will claim you while I breathe. The attackers hesitated, sensing the shift. My fire was no longer a chaotic storm, no longer a surge of destructive instinct. It had matured, controlled, focused. I directed it outward like water from a spring, a tide that pushed, disoriented, and repelled. Twigs splintered, leaves scattered, earth quaked beneath the subtle force. Yet it did not harm the innocent forest around me—it flowed around the trees, around the undergrowth, a river of controlled power.

Even as bodies fell, others surged over them, heedless of injury, heedless of death. It was as if the storm itself had crawled into their veins. Ellie had thought that she understood the visions. Nolan was the coming storm. But that wasn’t true, not completely. Nolan was the storm of Silver Fang. A force of nature that couldn’t be denied. A force of protection that wouldn’t be swayed. But this storm was something else. It wasn’t a storm system that happened to be striking at the same moment Felicity invaded. There was something else to it. Something unnatural.

Beyond the earth itself. I gasped, my chest tightening with the force of it, my body trembling under the weight of something so vast, so uncontrollable. It was like trying to hold a storm in my palms, but the storm wasn’t just weather. It wasn’t just wind or rain or the wildness of nature—it was alive. I was alive.

This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.

We refused to let her succeed. As our battle against Seraphine raged, the elements responded to our call with unparalleled force. Gusts of wind tore through the air, uprooting trees and buffeting our opponents. Flames danced at our fingertips, devouring Seraphine's illusions and revealing her true nature. The earth trembled beneath our feet, forming protective barriers and trapping Seraphine within its grip. And water flowed, a torrential force that quelled the destructive energies Seraphine attempted to summon.

The earth seemed to groan in agony, the pentacle at its center radiating an ominous energy. Everything unfolded with terrifying speed. The strong force erupted from beneath the ground, an unseen power that twisted and shattered the serene night. Trees were uprooted, and the meticulously arranged garden was thrown into chaos. It was as if a demon, long restrained, was now clawing its way to the surface, determined to split the land asunder. The violent upheaval left them scrambling for stability. Joline, her vision blurred by dust and debris, clung to the ground. The force grew stronger, the earth cracking open with a deafening roar.

Or would it destroy me, just as it had been meant to destroy my father? I reached for the journal again, trembling fingers brushing the edges of its leather cover. As soon as I touched it, a rush of heat surged through me, making my whole body stiffen. It was like holding a live wire—hot, unpredictable, and far too alive for comfort. The power thrummed in my chest, twisting in a way that made my fingers ache as I gripped the book. A cold sweat broke out across my back as the heat from the journal surged again, burning through my veins. It wasn’t just energy—it was alive. Was this the power of my birthright? It felt more like a curse, a gnawing, insistent force that seemed determined to break

Like a strong wind, it hit me, pushing me to the ground and engulfing me in it's darkness. "Ahhhhh!!!" I yelled, grabbing my head as black veins appeared all around my body. "Don't fight it Derek, you need me." "Somebody, help," I cried out in my heart, unable to to voice my words. At that moment, the door flew open and there she stood, the woman I ought to get rid of. Imelda Stone………..

I struggled to move because I am still weak. Hey, don't tell me… It can't be. There is no way we did it. No! This cannot be! My mind went into overdrive and felt a surge of strength rush through my body, and I was finally able to push her off me. Iris went tumbling down and yelping in pain, half asleep. “Ouch!” Well, I didn't mean to push her that hard. I was just trying to shake her awake, but it doesn't matter now. My eyes were now wide awake as I assessed the situation.

Aunt Meredith's gaze fixed on her showed clearly, that Alice had used her gift again. - Exactly.- Meredith confirmed, clearly unhappy that Alice was reading her mind.- Let's go home.- she put arm around her niece. They walked together, holding each other close. Meredith was still afraid that the demon that had attacked might come back. Selene didn't find him dangerous, though. She knew that demons were the natural enemies of the sorceresses, but felt that this one was different, eventually saving her life. Selene did not understand this gesture. Why did he wanted to kill her first and then did the other way around? Something must have happened... But what she knew for sure was that this man