Invisible Storm Novels & Stories

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.

“Lying isn’t going to save you, Chloe.” My blood runs cold. “How do you know my name?” “The mountains tell us things, it carries your mumblings to us.” He whispers, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line over the curve of my hip. “And right now, they’re telling us that a storm is coming that will swallow you whole if you stay out here. Look up.” I follow his gaze. The sky isn’t just dark, it’s bruised. Thick, heavy clouds are swirling with unnatural speed, and through a small tear in the grey, I see it. The moon. It isn’t white. It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color.

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.

He navigates the dark and treacherous night, his senses heightened, and he resolve unyielding, knowing that eventually, the storm will pass and a new dawn will break - by this, he intended with his brother. The rain has gotten much worse, the storm is increased and the tires of his car are decomposing. In the midst of a torrential rainstorm, Terry Nashville with tousled brown hair gripped the steering wheel of his Bugatti Noire in black, his knuckles turning white from the tension. The raindrops hammer against the windshield, blurring his vision and creating a watery curtain that obscures the road ahead. Thunder rumbles in the distance, adding to the chaotic symphony of the storm.

The disaster started on a black night. Starless night, soulless, shineless. The kind of night that serves as an ominous backdrop in folklore. I peeked at the crashing waves fighting with the large spiky rocks that formed the cliffs. My feet shook on the edge as bloody images rolled through my mind with the destructive power of a hurricane. Playback occurs in full, distracting motion. Engines revving, cars sliding, and finally, haunting metal scrapes against rocks and splashes in deadly water.

His right hand was a blur of motion, while the stump of his left arm twitched in rhythmic sympathy with the ship’s laboring computer. ​“The good news? The Clean-Up fleet has lost its signature. Winnie’s shroud worked. We’re invisible to orbit,” Silas rasped, his voice thin and brittle. “The bad news? The ‘Storm Seed’ in the South hasn’t just failed, Thorne. It’s inverted. The Black Box is screaming. The atmospheric regulators in the Southern Hemisphere have collapsed, creating a localized gravity-well that is pulling the jet stream into a literal knot.”

that fucking bitch does not deserve a mate like my cousin; despite all his ghosts and skeleton in the closet, he is a solid man with a great heart and a fantastic sense of humor. I closed my eyes and reached out to Storm... "Storm..." I called her, but her link was closed. Fuck, she was either sleeping or fucking, and I prefer to believe she is sleeping. I removed Enzo's shirt, placed his body on the floor, and covered his chest with the cool towel. "I am bringing ice..." I said, and he nodded. His eyes were shut tightly, and his forehead had beads of sweat. "Fuck, Storm!" I yelled at the link, and suddenly, Storm opened the link.

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.