Spirited Horses In Storm #1 Novels & Stories

Visibility is gone, replaced by a screaming, suffocating vortex of white. “Hold!” I shout, but the wind rips the word from my mouth and shreds it before anyone could possibly hear it. My mare panics and rears, her scream a terrified sound. I fight for control. My hands, which were steady moments before, are now numb and slipping on the reins. I can vaguely hear my warriors shouting. I hear a horse scream. I hear someone yell my name, his voice high with panic, before it’s stolen by the storm. A dark shape looms out of the blizzard, a beast of pure power. It’s Alexei on Chaos, stepping out of the chaos like something divine and furious.

A soft warmth courses through the point where my forehead meets his and just like with Spring, I calmly part my lips and speak in a mellow voice, not relenting my gentle strokes. “Never have I seen a horse as captivating as you, Storm. I’m Himari by name, it would be my pleasure to be friends with you”. It comes like the warm wind from a distance, flowing closer until it brushes against me delicately, unfurling a resonating deep voice into my mind as I listen besottedly. “Not even the Demon I serve, knows this art you wield, girl. I am Storm, and your request is very much acknowledged”. What a blaring contradiction to what I had nearly feared. For a proud and prudent horse, he’s rather humbl

My hands moved on autopilot even as my mind raced ahead. Six hours. They had a six-hour head start. On a normal day, with my wolf fully present, I could have tracked them easily. Could have pushed hard and caught up by nightfall. But now, with my wolf muted and my body still fighting off the remnants of Claire’s poison, I was working with half my usual capabilities. It’ll have to be enough. The groom led Storm out; a massive black stallion with a temperament to match his size. He tossed his head, nostrils flaring as he scented my unease.

But as the storm raged on, one question haunted me—would I find them in time? We rode fast and hard, the rain coming down in icy sheets that soaked us to the bone. The path ahead was treacherous, slippery with mud and riddled with hidden pitfalls. The storm seemed to mock our ordeal, each thunderclap a cruel reminder of the stakes. Ethan's determined face rode beside me, his jaw set in a grim line. I couldn't let myself think of Olivia and Liam in the hands of those savage rogues, but every thud of my horse's hooves pounded the terrifying reality into my bones.

If she was given a second chance and placed in the same situation, she would've willingly given up her life to protect those she loved and save little Ran again. "But is heaven so lonely? Why am I the only person here?" She couldn't help but wonder as she looked around. Boom! And right at this moment, an anomaly occurred. Space throbbed and the clouds above swirled, spinning around in a circle as they moved and split apart. The medicinal plants swayed in the sudden turbulence, their actions seeming as if they were dancing in joy. Dancing in joy...? Heh... Qing Yue couldn't help but smirk at her own thoughts.

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.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

Ersa rode Storm, the black horse, like a whirling wind before any soldiers of King Othello found her fleeing from the castle. Storm moved his legs so fast, he had been trained to dance with the wind, the path seemed be blown by his speedy pace, blew the dust and the dead leaves as it was so powerful determined heading to the place where Celestine told Ersa…The Squad’s headquarter.

I could see my words struck a nerve, the shock in his face is evident. “You’re fucking crazy, I wanna see my girlfriend, NOW!” “That’s not going to happen. Firstly because you have no girlfriend, secondly because the woman you are referring to is now with me and thirdly…well that’s simple, I am karma.” Before Ethan could say another word I surprised him with a throat strike, not one strong enough to kill him although I am more than capable of that, but one which had him gasping for air and rolling around like he was being beheaded.