Spirited Horses In Storm #1 Novels & Stories

Elara’s POV The southern royal highway blurred into a chaotic smear of green and brown beneath our horses’ hooves. The wind whipped violently past my ears, tearing through my unpinned hair like a wild storm, but my hands remained steady over the reins. Flying down the trail beside me was Wren on a swift bay mare, while Kaelen rode a ink-black warhorse that looked like it had been bred solely to trample execution lines.

The image of the two men begging for their lives before he had silenced them were still very fresh in my memory and the very fact that he even had a gun on him all the while made me shudder. Who was Lucas Storm? Why did he keep a gun with him? Who were the men that had attempted to kill him? Why did they make such a daring attempt at a public place? Tons of questions flooded through my mind and I knew that no matter what, I wouldn’t be able to answer as much as a single one of them. I did a quick sign of the cross and thanked mother Mary for giving me the courage to run away from him. He was too dangerous for me.

"Come back. Please." "I will," she whispered. Instantly Then she vanished into the blackness filled up with shadows and doom. And far, far away, Adolfa Spirit rise again from the dead and opened her eyes. She was back. But she wasn’t alone. The spirits whispered. The earth trembled. "The storm is coming," she said. Hades be prepared. "And I am the lightning."

So as the wolves were swiveled around and flung away because their bodies were still linked through their tails and then Kambiri and Kamdiri were shown to be the ones behind the extraordinary work. And so as the other psyraid flies to the dead Chike as it falls on his chest and gleams so bright and whitened making Stella step a little bit far from him as the psyraid gleamed so bright and whitely to the extend that Chike can no longer be seen inside it as everyone started staring at it After some seconds the gleaming went off and made a hard sound which made Chike to rise from death as he rises up with force, sitting down on the ground as the psyraid fell from his chest and settled on the gro

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking. I looked for the other spirit, I was surprised to see Esco standing in front of the Wind Spirit. The spirit had long black hair and a green dress. Esco has been chosen by the Wind Spirit. My eyes wandered to Aeolous, he was looking at Esco and the Wind Spirit. I felt sorry towards Aeolous, I know he wants to be chosen by the Wind Spirit too. But Aeolous is a good guy, I know he will be sport about it and besides, Esco is his friend, he’ll be happy for him. Just like the Light Spirit, the Wind Spirit slowly disappeared leaving Esco with a bird and a gun. I almost forgot that the Light Spirit left something for me too. I quick

He was Melvin Neal, the last-minute groom I had found for this wedding. He caught me steadily just in time. Still, a sharp pain shot through my ankle. I couldn't help but gasp. Melvin immediately stopped and asked softly, "Where does it hurt?" I straightened up with his help and forced a small smile. "It's nothing. Let's keep going." He didn't say anything. He just stared at me for a moment, then quietly said, "Hold onto me."

We were already behind schedule. “This way!” I hissed, dragging Siora toward the stables. Her breaths came in shallow gasps. She was still trembling, shock painted across her face like a veil. The horses stomped and whinnied, restless from the sound of explosions and chaos echoing through the pack. I seized the reins of the first horse I could reach, a black mare whose eyes were wide with tension. Without wasting a second, I climbed up the first horse, and reached my hand down.

The air crackled with energy, and the wind began to shout with a furiousness that shook the foundations of the fortress. All of a sudden, the way ahead was filled with a blinding light, and a figure materialized out of the storm. It was gigantic, towering over them with a frame that appeared to be made of immaculate ice and wind. Its eyes shone with a frosty blue light, and its body was wreathed in swirling snow and ice. The Spirit of the Storm had awakened.

CHAPTER ONE -WILHELMINA- The storm was a monstrous entity, a simmering chaos that loomed above the forest. It seemed to echo the tumultuous fury within my heart, thundering with all the passion and determination that drove me forward. Despite the storm’s rage, I pushed on, my paws sinking into the sodden earth with each determined step. Suddenly, there it was - amidst the riotous weather and foreboding wilderness - a shimmering glint caught my eye.