Hailstorm Novels & Stories

Sylvia nodded and said, “I know my son is…difficult to get along with. I can only hope the she-wolf he’s mated to has some backbone to her. Goddess knows, she’ll need it if she wishes to survive the storm that is Hael.” Part of me wanted to snort at her assessment of her son, while the other half wanted to tell her that Hael was much more than just a storm. Storms were nothing more than thunder, lightning, and some rain. Hael was all of those things, but he was also a harsh wind that tore down houses, demolishing structures that had long stood the test of time, leveling them to nothing more than rubble. Hael wasn’t just a storm; he was a damn natural disaster.

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

Strong enough to endure all of their mistreatment. She opens the window and stares outside. It was a gray morning and the wind was rather chilly. Lauren decided to close the window as the weather doesn't look good. Thunder roared across the sky that made her flinch. Soon enough, the raindrops were heard. The rain starts pouring hard outside the house. It looks like the rain won't stop any time soon. She turns back to see her room again and begins cleaning her messy room. Her things were scattered on the floor. She sighed and shook her head as she recalled again what happened a while ago.

A crying and vomiting Sunny in the back seat is that last thing Andy needs when he is already tense from their fighting and the slick roads. He slows down his speed as the freezing rain begins to fall harder against the window. The sound of rain and ice hitting the windshield sounding loud in the now silent car as it pings off of the glass. The side windows are accumulating a bit of ice, that even the heat from the vehicle is not able to melt.

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

As in! Storm Haha, he’s connecting the dots I see, I get to the stage and Freddie takes my hand as I ascend the steps, he places his hand on the small of my back and kisses my temple. Introduce yourself my love Good evening everyone, my name is Storm Burgesse, daughter of Trillionaire Tycoon Stormas and Thalia Burgesse of Diamond City, I also have three other alias’s I go by I turn to face Dastan who seems to be on the verge of fainting in the corner.

ISAIAH Some storms are detectable before they fully arrive. They rumble softly, resembling a murmur from the ground. The atmosphere becomes dense, with menace. Marissa embodies that storm today. Alongside her Hailey. Hailey looks like the sky moments before a storm breaks. Sombre, dangerous. Here I stand in the middle of them and the woman I now refer to as my mate.

Kael said nothing. He didn’t have to. The bond.....the magnetic pull pulsing through my veins was answer enough. I stumbled back, nearly losing my balance at the cliff's edge. "I can’t do this," I muttered, shaking my head, pacing again like a caged animal. "I am a Storm, Bennett.... Bennett is a Cross, I hate him, we all do." "And he is...... male." Kael reminded, The icing on the cake that made all of this utter rubbish.

I was frozen in place for what felt like forever. I did not shed even a single tear. It turned out that when a person felt the most devastated they had ever felt, they would not even be able to cry. The sun dipped below the horizon. A blood-red glow swallowed everything. The television said it would get hotter in the next few days. It was dry, so we had to be careful about fires.

my mother's voice shot back sharply, loud enough that even I could hear her indignation. Tristan's expression hardened. "Yes, Mom. I didn't expect her to run to you with every little inconvenience…" My mother cut him off, her voice fierce. "I didn't hear it from her—I saw it in the news! Is this how you treat my daughter, Tristan?" He frowned, confusion flickering across his face. "Mom, what news?" "You mean you don't know?" Her voice cracked. "She was stranded in that flood while delivering your documents. She lost the baby… your baby… because of you."