Ride The Storm Novels & Stories

I’ve never seen her look so god damn angry, it infuriated me. Luna’s POV My sickness was overtaken by anger, my whole body shaking with adrenaline. I had to get out of this place. As I left the restroom I spotted Carrie standing with Santos, she noticed me immediately, practically running towards me and pulling me into a hug. “Can I get a ride back with you and Santos” I said as I pulled away from the hug “Of course…” Carrie didn’t get to finish her sentence as Roman rudely interrupted. “That’s not necessary, you’re coming with me”

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙣

"Very good." I staggered forward, gasping. "That was... incredible. I was almost swept away by the wind." "Magic isn’t safe, Storme," she said. "It’s alive. Always respect it." I nodded, heart elite with joy. "One more," she said, her eyes gleaming. "The tornado." My stomach dropped with fear. "You’re joking." "Not at all," she said. "It will be small. Focus your will into a point. Shape the air."

She informed Savita, who nodded and gripped the steering wheel tighter. Undeterred by the impending storm, Ritu and Savita pressed on, their resolve to reach Basti unshaken. The countryside whizzed past in a blur, the distant rumble of thunder serving as a constant reminder of the looming threat. The rain began as a gentle drizzle, but in moments, it escalated into a relentless downpour, hammering the earth with unyielding force.

It had been the image in my nightmares for years, night after night. A black horse rearing against a storm. The lump in my throat only increased, making it hard for me to swallow when I needed to. My hands rolled into balls beside me. Jaw clenched, and eyes locked on the crest, my heart sunk into my stomach like a piece of rock. I was staring at a fucking Stormrider crest. “They were sent by Stormriders,” The words had left my lips, and tasted like ash in my mouth. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t breathe the words down. Even as I said it, it felt heavy in my chest. I wanted to tell myself it was impossible, but it wasn’t. There was proof right there, in front of me.

She got startled and looked at Chase wondering who he was talking to, as she was about to take another sip of her drink his voice boomed again. “That’s enough Storm.” She was unsure of what she had done, asking, “Sorry?” “You have drank enough.” Storm rolled her eyes. Who did he think he was? He still wanted to control her, she stood up, “I will be back, I need to use the restroom.” She said to Jeremy, and he nodded, some of his friends had come and joined him, after using the bathroom, she went to the bar and got a bottle. Storm went outside and stumbled out into the forest, drinking was numbing her emotions and the cool air was helping her.

A local band practiced in the far corner, before the big crowd arrived. Storm rode in on Blaise’s shoulders, hands out, clapping at everything that glittered. He wore his small white ‘Birthday Boy’ shirt with the stitched wolf on the pocket and his moonstone amulet at his throat. When he saw the first cluster of toddlers near the play mats, he made a sound halfway between a cheer and a roar and wriggled until his feet hit the floor running. “I two now!” he announced, holding up two fingers, then giggled and ran to them. “I big now!”

Curling up in a near by meadow we rolled around and then found a comfortable position. It was days like this we wished to go undisturbed. But we knew it would come to an end shortly. Mom and dad never let us stay out too long, especially not in wolf form. Hi I am Storm and my wolfs name is Rain. Why the name Storm? When I was born I came out with a full head of hair that was so light it was practically white I had one grey eye and one black colored eye. I was marked by the moon Goddess herself with a crescent moon on the left side of my chest that now was right above my well endowed breast. My parents worst fears were confirmed when I turned 16 and we shifted. Rain my wolf came forth and wit

"And make sure the silver chains are tight. I want him to feel every second of what’s coming next." Storm didn't fight as the rough hands grabbed his shoulders and dragged him out into the dirt. He kept his head down, his mind locked on that memory of Travis reaching out a hand in the rain. He had to believe that hand was coming again.

Avery's breath hitched as the cold mountain air bit at her skin. As she stepped from the reinforced carriage, the driver—a rugged Montgomery Enforcer—lowered his head. "Luna, the sky-spirits are restless. The mist is thin now, but the Great Storm will be upon the ridge within the hour. You should not linger." Avery gave a short nod, pulling out her communication crystal. Her light-script flickered: Fear not. I only intend to share a few breaths with the spirit of Harrison. It will be brief.