Glitter Tornado Novels & Stories

Flames sprang from the center and with each rotation they tried to escape from the vortex in which they were trapped. Taryn turned and looked at Elhias. He had his eyes fixed on the whirlpool, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, but inside the irises a particular light was. Taryn could swear that his eyes had changed color. A note of white and red, like a flame and a light wind. Elhiàs snapped his fingers once again and the reel rose from the table to hover in the air, until it disappeared with a slight explosion, releasing sparks of fire that slowly, carried by the light breeze, fell until they reached the ground.

Zephyr stood at the eye of the storm, while his enemies fluttered about. Everyone one who was afloat was instantly cut down by Zephyr, their bodies collapsing into pieces before they even hit the ground. The tornado was now bathed in crimson shades. “Insects!” Zephyr said, his tone proud and confident. He knew he was no one’s match.

And then, it struck him like lightning as he realized that all ice turned back to water and is swirling around him like a tornado. Jim was about to jump and get out of the sea circling him like a whirlpool but the water suddenly rise up making his attempt useless. Jim's feet landed back to the ground and he is now trapped in a water tornado. Even though the tornado is created by water it's still hard as a magic ice. Jim tried shooting his enchanted arrows but nothing worked, the arrows got only smashed in-between the water's harsh current. Jim's brows smashed together as he hesitantly grabbed his very last arrow.

Elara tries to help, grabbing her arm and holding tightly. But the tornado becomes bigger, and I reposition myself again to hold Lyra under me, using my weight and all my strength to keep her tethered to this world. A frightening, ghostly moan echoes through the whirlwind above us. I cling to my mate with everything I have.

for the gliders, protecting the passengers from the Curators' remaining electronic pulses. As the first wave of gliders launched, the Spire groaned. To provide the necessary lift, Vane had to "Detonate" the remaining geothermal needles. The explosion was a beautiful, terrifying column of blue-white flame that punched through the golden mist and sent the gliders soaring into the charcoal sky. From above, the Spire looked like a dying star, surrounded by a swarm of bronze-colored sparks.

Z A R A Alejandro violently forces me down onto the floor, my hands splayed flat against the floor to catch myself from falling. "Be a good girl for me—be a good girl for Daddy." My mind is in utter chaos, all different emotions bursting forth, anger, sadness, betrayal, foolishness. I stare at my dark engagement ring, the dragon wrapped around the dark ruby red stone. It's so ethereal, the way the stone looks as if it glows red, as if it has a source of light powering it, it's so beautiful...

How was he supposed to believe that the Windcleaver was really just as weak as a whisper? He turned and glowered at Logan, his eyes slightly red. He bellowed, "Tornado Style!" His hands assumed the forms of a blade as he leaped into the air and spun toward Logan. As its name had suggested, it was a move inspired by tornadoes. At high speed, it looked as though he had multiple blades coming right at his enemies. Tornado Style sacrificed the power of Squall Style in favor of a dramatically increased number of attacks, ensuring that a single successful attack implied multiple hits over a continuous period.

he replied hesitantly. The divers all just looked at each other and then at the family. “It’s not possible.” “There’s always been the rumor.” “There have been experiences.” “No one has been hurt.” The discussion started up amongst the divers but then halted all of a sudden. A freak wind caused ripples of the surface of the river, and then it turned into a tornado. The water shivered and danced in the funnel, until it started to solidify and become a silvery figure of a human. The figure was almost as tall as the tree behind the group, but started to break up into smaller fragments, until it was no longer one figure, but a horde of silvery figures shimmering on the surface of the water.

A deafening roar ripped through the air as black-and-white light collided with golden radiance. The shockwave blasted outward, obliterating everything in its path. Half of Suncrest Hall's roof was torn away, and the neighboring halls crumbled. Dust and debris filled the sky, blotting out the sun. Under the impact of the golden fist, the phantom of the Twilight Fish wavered. Its black-and-white glow flickered like a candle in a storm before scattering into the air like stardust.

There are natural disasters. Tornadoes, whirlwinds, hurricanes, floods. And then, there is Zefiro. Zefiro the man, Zefiro my lover, Zefiro my stalker. A destructive force made of flesh, bones and beautiful tan skin. The most handsome man I’ve ever seen—could ever see, with the loveliest set of eyes I’ll ever look into, no matter how often they haunt my waking moments. Golden brown like molten honey in the sunlight, his eyes are fastened on me as he cuts through the too eager crowd, who peer at him in awe.