Stillness In The Storm Novels & Stories

The girl who looked back at me wasn’t the same one who had cowered at Marcus days ago. She was harder now, sharper but she was also tired, so very tired. “Talking to yourself again?” I startled, spinning to find Storm leaning against a tree. He had a habit of appearing out of nowhere, silent as shadow. “I wasn’t talking,” I said, though my voice lacked bite. “Thinking loud, then.” He stepped closer, his boots crunching in the gravel. His gaze flicked to the water, then back to me. “You held longer today.” I nodded. “Barely.”

Gone were the blossoms, the swans, the illusion. Winds howled through us with a soundless roar, twisting our bodies like we were caught in invisible wires pulling from every direction. Vibrations wracked our spines—so fierce I felt my bones jitter. My sensitive ears seared with pain. My balance failed. My knees hit the floor. We weren’t in paradise. We were in a storm no eye could see. Every second felt like a hundred knives sliding under the skin. And then, suddenly, it stopped. Stillness. Dead silence.

Moments later I feel the headphones placed over my ears and the deafening sound of the storm is muffled. Raven I'm worried about Anita. She not only went to see Joe but there's a current storm going on outside and I'm the only one known to calm her down. Amelia is scared asking for her mother while clinging to my right side. Anita is the only one who can calm her during a storm, even if Anita is scared of them herself.

Like speaking his name gives him more power. Still, staying quiet didn’t protect me in Moonstone. We head out together, walking toward the rehabilitation wing. The sky is pale with early light, but clouds cluster along the horizon, heavy and gray. “Storm’s coming,” Silvia mutters. I glance up. “Yeah. I feel it too.” We train in silence. Arden notices my unease immediately but doesn’t question it. She simply adjusts the meditation exercises, guiding me through deeper breathing, rooting, grounding. I can almost feel my heartbeat steady by the end.

It narrows. The street I stand on stays a street. The air remains air. But the space between moments draws taut, as if the world is being held still long enough for someone to examine what should never vary. I do not move. Stillness is not submission. Stillness is control. The weave tightens again, and I understand the nature of the summons. A review. Not of outcome. Of conduct. I let the pull take hold without resistance. Resistance would register as conflict. Conflict would register as motive. Motive would invite correction.

Anchors. But my heart was still a storm. "That’s the thing," I whispered. "It’s too quiet. Too perfect. I feel like I’m sitting in the eye of something I don’t understand." He stroked my arm, lips pulling into a gentle smile. "Then we don’t leave. Not until that feeling goes away. I’ll make this place so safe, so steady, that the storm inside you has no choice but to calm." I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to.

" I had no words. I'd seen her twist the truth countless times before, but it still left me speechless. The others exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to calm the situation. I apologized to them, avoiding Joyce's gaze, and looked at Finley. "Take your girlfriend out." Finley froze, clearly surprised by my calm response. I repeated, "Do you want me to call security?" Being ignored, Joyce finally lost it. She burst out of the room, crying softly as she went. Finley went after her. I went to the door, closed it, and leaned back casually. "Finally, peace and quiet. Let's keep drinking."

ALEXANDRA’S POV The storm did not break. It settled in. It wrapped the cliff in a roaring, grey fist. For two days, the world outside the glass was a blur of wind and water. The sea was a churning beast. The sky was the color of wet stone. The sound was constant. A low, booming fury, it vibrated on the concrete floor. It hummed in the glass. The silence inside grew heavier. Kaela was a ghost. She performed her duties. She brought food. She did her security sweeps. Her eyes were always scanning, but she seemed part of the storm –a natural, relentless force.

"Do not falter, my pack. The storm tests our resolve, but we will not waver. We have faced adversity before, and we will face it again. Together, we are an unyielding force." Liam's voice joins hers, a pillar of strength in the tempestuous night. "Hold onto one another. Let the thunder be our battle cry. We will stand strong in the face of this storm, united as one." As the storm rages on, the pack must confront their deepest fears. Lightning illuminates their path, revealing vulnerabilities and stirring emotions long kept hidden. Each member is tested, their inner strength challenged as the storm mirrors the turmoil within their souls.

LET HER CHOOSE. For one breath, no one moved. Then every rogue outside dropped to the ground. Foreheads to mud. Hands spread. A silence rolled over the mountain. The storm stopped. Rain hung suspended beyond the broken windows. One drop frozen midair. Then another. Then another. Kael slowly turned toward the woods. His face changed. Damien moved in front of me. “What?” I whispered. Kael’s voice was quiet. “The storm is kneeling.”