Season Of Storms Novels & Stories

Sumon didn’t know if he had fallen asleep or just stood there waiting for her to leave. The frost of the hard stone floor tickled her bare heels as she walked. She took an empty cup on the table and filled it with water. As she drank, she walked towards the huge window that occupied much of the wall in front of the table, then looked through the glass on which the royal coat of arms was engraved. From there, she could see the western part of the city and the large walls surrounding and protecting it. From there, she could see some lanterns in the streets. They looked like little bright dots in the middle of all that darkness. The moon was covered with dark clouds signaling the arrival of an

And those who crave affection, he added silently. "Do you want to rest?" Pierre asked. Alethea nodded. "Go ahead, but don't sleep too soundly. It looks like there's going to be a storm tonight." Pierre looked back up at the sky. So that's why there were no stars tonight. Even the moon was nowhere to be seen, likely hidden behind the dark clouds that would soon bring rain. "Miss Shareeza is always afraid of thunder, and Mr. Sebastian gets restless during storms like this because it reminds him of the accident he had," Pierre explained.

Cole Orion paces across the row of windows overlooking the city. Sun bathes the blue roofs, but in the distance, storm clouds gather on the horizon. Storms aren’t uncommon this time of year. They’re vicious, though. Flooding is common–something we need to count on.

Sebastian’s POV People often think storms are loud because they usually announce their arrival. But the truth is they’re wrong. The most dangerous storms move under the ground—they loosen foundations long before anyone can hear thunder. Astrid leaned her back against the walls, overlooking the other side of the courtyard, the rain sliding down her hair and soaking the fabric of her clothes. She looked smaller now without the hall and the council members pressing against her, but she didn’t look weaker. She is never weak.

“The gods made sure the world would never forget those eyes.” The long winter had broken. Snow melted from the mountains, revealing living green beneath. The scent of grass and spring flowers filled the air again. Yet the peace that came with spring felt thin, fragile, like glass before the strike. Storm sat in the grass beside the porch, chubby fingers reaching for a butterfly that danced just out of reach. Every time he laughed, the wind stirred, soft at first, then strong enough to ripple the trees. His energy hummed through the air like a living current.

"Are ye sure? The rain is goin' sideways." "Positive." "How can ye tell?" I open my mouth to speak, but realize I don't actually know. I haven't been here long enough to experience one. "I think I'm gonna defer to Tiffany because I'm not sure." "You mean besides by watching the local news?" Da nods at her question, and I can tell he's nervous. Blizzards, high winds, sub-zero temperatures are no big deal. But this has him spooked. Hurricane season is going to be fun with him around. "Let's see," she begins ticking off all the signs on her fingers. "There would be no water or bread at the grocery store, the lines to get gas would be ridiculous, flooding would have already started, power might

" And they both laughed. Okay.. didn't seem that funny.. but okay. Jason pulls me into his arms, kissing my head. We will have six inches by midnight possibly four more by daybreak. But this storm is set to last three days. That's a harsh one for the first of the season.. and I have a feeling it's going to set the tone for our winter. One good thing, wolves don't usually attack in the winter. It's dangerous and having a white wolf makes it even more difficult for them! I doubt they would risk it. Our first packs will start arriving tomorrow.

The once lush foliage was now powdery and brittle between my fingers, it's dry rigid spikes digging into my skin before crumbling like sand to my feet, coating my shoes in a thin layer of pale dust. The first sign of trouble had been the autumn storms that brought us the battering winds and biblical floods, saturating the landscape with suffocating churns of mud. Then December gave us a stubborn winter with frosts that clung to the fields every dawn until we rolled well into spring. But even as the cold subsided, May and June refused to have mercy as the drifting clouds above us dissolved, leaving a vast scape of blue as the intense, uninterrupted heat of the sun scorched what little had per

“Nothing the ship can’t handle. I’m waiting on confirmation from the Coast Guard and National Weather Service that we’re not in a sucker hole, but this early in the season, usually such storms blow through fast or blow themselves out the same way.” “Usually such storms don’t start until end of October, early November,” Sam counters and the captain’s stride falters, then he slows and stops. He peers at my husband closely. “You were a sailor, Mr. Hammond?” Sam shakes his head. “I don’t mean to impugn you or your discretion, Captain—I’m a sailor only in as much as has been required of me by the US Army. But mine’s a farming family. We’ve been in these parts for over a century. I know these stor

Benedict was teasing Ebony with names over dinner when the call came through. The first real call. They’d been watching a storm for the last three days. It’s winds were pushing thirty-five miles an hour and lightning was flashing randomly throughout the mountains. The problems they were having was the area the storm was in had been a dry zone for the last eight months. They were waiting for the lightning to start multiple fires, flash floods, landslides, and car accidents. Humans would need help it’s how these things worked. Extreme weather was becoming worse not better. Humans could handle a lot but it was adding up.