Hailstorm Novels & Stories

Storm The flight from Houston to Dublin took just under ten hours. On the flight, I did what Winter and Felix had said, and set up the phone with my favourite apps and downloaded music onto Spotify. We were halfway over the Atlantic Ocean when Winter and I had renounced our ties to the Hunter’s Moon Pack, which meant that we no longer had any links to that pack.

Sight returned as the street outside Maria's house was seen, cars on fire, multiple broken fire hydrants spilling out water and people running and yelling for their lives as the hail stone blocked the broad street. Steven stared at his finger, which he touched Khloe with before the blast and he saw some sort of energy rushing through it. He looked up at Hilda before he rushed towards her. Engulfed in his arms, she let her emotions over the place as the hail storm and rain of fire suddenly stopped. Maria, Contradictorily, panted heavily as she slowly looked up at the two. She rubbed the back of her palm over her nose, wiping the blood of at an instant.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

It must have just been sticky, not locked. I charged through the door and out onto the patio. The strength of the wind took me by surprise as raindrops pelted me like tiny rocks. I had seen enough reporters braving hurricanes, but that still hadn't prepared me for the raw strength of the storm. Gray waves ripped at the shoreline with furious fists of white foam while the sky churned with a dark livid power. I could suddenly understand now why no pilot had been willing to risk a flight.

I yell again atop my voice. My only answer is the hounding of the wind and thrash of trees around us. I'm sure my flower bed is flat, whether from the trample of hails or the constant whipping of the breeze. The last thing I was expecting was a freaking hail storm and this early at that. I mean its authum, but if the weather was this unpredictable, who's to say we won't have tornadoes next, and there's no hiding from that f**ker. So yes, the precursor of winter had finally made her appearance and I wasn't ready to embrace her in the least. I grab my coat, wrapping it around my shoulders as I rubbed my hands against each other for warmth.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

pleaded. "It served you," Trix asked truly vexed. As if a cool sound effect, lightning struck again. "You are supposed to be serving it. And the rest off you putting up with his bullshit! You are all monsters," she continued, the thunder following her closely. At her last statement though lightning seemed to hit the building and all the windows blew open. Trix grabbed her now clean bag and walked off in the direction of the front door, ignoring the pleas and screams that echoed behind as she walked in some weird way, she liked it.

Then I hear my mother hollering and can tell in her voice that she's horrified, and then I hear her say, “I love you guys, always remember that.” Then it almost feels like we're free-falling, it's a weird feeling I can't see outside through the windows, it's too dark out, all I see is black. The force of the car smashing is a force I have never felt it was so hard as it slams against what I believe is water not understanding how I'm still conscious the hit was so hard I'm in shock my body hurts so bad from impact I am trying to look around to see if everyone else is okay, but then I notice that they are not responding.

Detective Gibson gets out of her car, and I make my move. She doesn't see me come up from behind, so I get off a good shot, sending both probes into her back, and she goes down hard when I light her ass up. Mother Nature is being a little bitch! The wind picks up to tornado-force, and I am now being targeted with golf-ball-sized hail. "Son-of-a-bitch!" One connected to the back of fucking head!

He was not going to mark me, at least not yet. “Fucking hell… I adore you, Storm…” He said, and I felt a surge of power coursing through my body. “What is happening?” I muttered. I was satisfied and spent, and now I felt that rush. “That is the royal surge of power… Every single creature in our realm knows our queen has arrived.”