Novel & Cerita Fury Of The Storms

The moment I burst through the protective barrier my mind put up, a smile creeps up on my physical face, as the realization of how I can fight slams into my forefront. Rage is the key, it is the very essence of the destruction from storms, the fuel that fires the explosion of volcanoes, and the earth-scorching lava that destroys all in its path. I will raise the temperature of my core with my fury-filled lava. I will torch every molecule of Kali's dick, leaving him with a digit that he will never be able to use again!

I didn’t know how, but I would get myself out of this mess. My hands clenched into fists at my side. She had taken so much for me, but it led me to Darren. If she wanted to ignite my rage, speaking of hurting Darren was how to do it. My heart was a furnace, fueled by a fury that threatened to consume me whole. She might think she was powerful, but she hadn’t yet seen how far I was willing to go. I was more than just rage and pain—I was a storm building on the horizon, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And when I did, it would be with a force that would flatten everything in its path.

The pain, metallic scent of blood, and fury rage crashed into him like an angry beast, and Tang Fang sprung to his feet and smashed the glass table. Crash! "Ahh! Tang Fang, you're crazy!" Yei Yi leaped to her feet and moved back, narrowly avoiding a flying shred. "Are you trying to disfigure me? If you want to break things, do it when no one is around." She complained annoyedly and dabbed at the wet spots on her dress. "Li Qing Yue is mine! She is mine and can only be mine!" Crash! Crash! "She is mine!" Tang Fang stomped and crushed every shred of glass in the room, panting and gasping as he hopped and stomped for a half hour.

He was accompanied by Charlotte. Cynthia strode over to him and slapped him hard across the face. "You monster! Why did you lie to me? You weren't even with Hattie at all! Do you know she was swept away by the hurricane?" Fresh from a rendezvous, Calvin was evidently irritated. Now that his mother was siding with me and even delivered a slap, he must resent me even more. "Mom, I just didn't want you to worry. We reinforced our windows ages ago. There's no way she could have been swept away by the hurricane. How could Heather be so difficult? I can't believe she even got you lying to me. She's truly lost it."

Andrius stood at the eye of the storm, completely unharmed. After the Tempest Sweep raged, Andrius had not moved an inch nor had he taken any damage from the hydra’s attack. “You have two more moves.” Andrius grinned confidently. However, to the hydra, his confidence was nothing more than blatant mockery. “Ahhh!” the hydra roared, its nine heads shaking in unison. In an instant, an apocalyptic storm began to form. “Gasp! It’s that move—Oblivion Storm!”

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

The triton head at my belt was also starting to burn in chorus with the rod. ‘The Triton.’ Helighor said. ‘Lord Meruem used to control the storms using that.’ ‘But it’s incomplete. We don’t have the coil!’ ‘The coil merely binds the two pieces together and allowed Lord Meruem to use his two gifts at the same time. Fortunately, you two are in different bodies so you can imbue your magic together.’ ‘I have the power of telepathy! What kind of help will that be to the storm!?’ ‘You command it to let you through!’

Storm "I am only going to say this once, so all of you fuckers had better listen. I mean it, every single one of you. Even if Winter, Leon, Finn, and I have to tag-team it and fight our way through every member of this pack and have bodies piling up left, right and centre. I can firmly assure you, one way or another Finn and Leon will be the Alpha’s of this pack by sundown. Or at least what would be left of this pack anyway, because if anyone has earned the right to go on a killing spree through this fucked up pack… it is me! And rest assured if I start fighting any of you, those two will be right in the thick of it, so good luck with that,” I said, pointing to Doyle and Sean.

I'm confused to what the fuck is happening. I see as my pack members run, but there's no one chasing them. Then something catches my eye as I look up into the sky. It almost seems to be shooting stars. Only wishing it really was, in reality, its burning arrows. I become Angry, I try to figure out what direction they are coming from. But I can't tell because they're coming from every direction possible.

It seemed that the war would end that day itself but then, there was a huge storm, dust and wind blew with such intensity that it became impossible to even stand. When the storm settled The comrades of the Golden King were nowhere to be seen. The moon completed its path across the horizon but neither the Golden King arrived nor did his comrades. With a heavy heart, Alex set Aaron’s body on fire and waited for another day of destruction. God knew whom the next day would swallow. There was no hope for Victory nor any fear on his face; just a sense of resignation. He had given up trying to change fate. He had accepted that fate would lead him to his destiny…