Invisible Storm Novels & Stories

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

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.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

she murmured, her words a testament to the storm raging within her, a tempest that sought release upon the world that had turned its back on her. As Carla traversed the desolate landscape, her steps echoed a quiet determination. Each footfall became a resounding beat, a prelude to the symphony of chaos she intended to orchestrate. The night, with its secrets and mysteries, bore witness to her transformation—a metamorphosis into a force that defied the constraints of fate.

Eleanor's POV The storm raged outside, a relentless beast rocking at the boat with accompanying wind and rain. Inside, I lay trapped in a trance, my body heavy as though pinned by invisible chains. The sheets twisted around me, damp with sweat, as my mind spiraled into a nightmare I couldn’t escape. Thunder rumbled, shaking the fragile boat, but it was the visions, vivid, cruel, and unrelenting, that held me captive.

*River* As I believe my final moment has come and the prince will kill me, a surge of primal energy disrupts the stillness. A thunderous roar pierces through the fog of my fading consciousness, igniting a spark of hope buried beneath the weight of despair. My instincts flare, and I instinctively recognize the sound… it's a fierce, unmistakable growl that reverberates through the very air around me.

These whirlwinds, like sentient storms, spiraled across the battlefield, crackling with dark energy, aimed directly at Lara. Lara’s heart pounded as she stood her ground, watching the sky fill with Thana’s stormy avatars. The whirlwinds circled around her, moving faster and faster, creating a barrier of dark winds that blocked out the light and obscured her vision. Their force tugged at her, pulling her toward the center of the storm as if intending to shred her piece by piece.

I clench my fists, the anger and confusion swirling inside me demanding release. I land the first punch, then another, each blow harder than the last. The dummy creaks under the force, but I don’t stop. My fists meet it with relentless force, each blow fueled by my racing thoughts. The storm outside matches the storm within me, thunder rumbling as I strike again and again. My muscles ache, but I don’t stop. “What are you hiding, Eve?” I whisper into the storm, my voice lost in the thunder. Punch after punch, I push myself, the rain mixing with sweat as I fight against the storm raging within me.

Their bodies are the darkest shades of black He has ever seen, with stripes of brown across their feathers, and their red-bloodshot eyes seemingly stare hard at him through the hastily rolled up windows as they keep up with the insane speed and maneuvers of the driver as he tries to outrun them on the empty stretch of road while evading the ever-present potholes that mar the Nigerian highways. The hawks made their appearance over five minutes ago when they reached this part of the highway devoid of other cars, or people civilization, and around them at both sides of the highway are deep tall forests. Nighthawk; I thought, Looking around me. I was in Kudaisi’s memory. Maybe this is a dream, t

whispers Orchid. A wind blows and winds at the top of our hill. To the east, those storm clouds are darkening, growing into an ugly anvil-shaped steam tower, tendrils of rain spreading out and casting shadows across the landscape. Silent lightning flashes within the cloud. The storm will be upon us soon. “We're not going to get to the city today,” says Truk. “Not before the storm gets here. We need to find a place to sleep for the night and face this. "