Stories About Storms Novels & Stories

The cloud swirled and drew closer to our group. Fifi and Nalu panicked and stayed close to us and the little island of Silisk’s dead skin. We could hear the others screaming and the metahumans rushing to the other’s side to protect them. Before the storm could make contact with any of us, the triton began to absorb the storm. Byron and I fought to keep ourselves from being overwhelmed with the force that we almost sunk where we stood. And then, finally, it was over. No longer was there any storm that kept us trapped. All we saw at that moment was clear skies.

“There’s something quite fascinating about storms.” Amara stiffened. She knew better than to take his words at face value. He exhaled, almost thoughtful, tilting his head slightly as he finally turned those dark eyes on her. “They don’t just arrive, do they? No, no. They warn you first. The sky darkens, the wind shifts. If you pay attention, you can feel it long before the first drop falls.” He took a step closer, and despite herself, she couldn’t move. “But the thing about storms, Amara…” He let the silence stretch, watching her with that slow, piercing gaze. “Most people don’t take them seriously until it’s too late.”

There are so many mixed up emotions coming from Storm, I just don't know what they are. "Well, it seems like he's been causing a lot of storms lately, and they all seem to have to do with me," I say shyly. I can think of at least three times in the last couple days he started a thunderstorm out of nowhere. And none of them were light, they were all down pours.

I begin pumping and decide to turn on the news to distract myself from the nerves that refused to settle. “Breaking Weather Report, it seems that there is a severe thunderstorm on its way. In just four days, we will be facing winds of up to thirty-five miles per hour and extreme rain. Residents are warned to seek shelter inside or to evacuate if in the red zone pictured behind me.” A storm is coming? I pause the television to see that we’re safely outside of the red zone and realize that Leo’s plan for vacationing would have to wait. There was no way for us to make it out of here in time to avoid this storm and being on an island where tropical storms were almost deadly was not the best idea

I had nothing left to hold onto now. Not long after I left, the wind knocked a candle over. It started as a tiny flame. However, the dry air made the fire grow bigger and bigger. Eventually, it swallowed up the whole villa. The house that had been full of so many memories was now just a pile of ashes.

The car screeched to a halt at the harbor. Barrett leaped onto a private speedboat, taking the wheel as he slammed the throttle into the roaring storm. Waves violently battered the hull, threatening to capsize the small vessel, but he didn't flinch. Only one thought burned through his panic. "Octavia, hold on. I'm coming." I woke up to a bone-chilling cold. The tide kept shoving my body onto the rocky shore, only to drag me right back out into the freezing water.

If his mother is important to him,we start with her". Colin stated at the waves battering against the shores. Wind had picked up and the spring Thunderstorms was rolling in as promised. Some of the worst storms came late in the season after a cold winter. And this one had been freezing. Warm air clashed with frigid temperatures,causing all kind of destruction where they met. "She'll have protection around her 24/7", Melissa said as her hair whipped around her face,the intensity of the threatening storm growing. "Is she in the family business?" Colin didn't budge. Not even when the first droplets of rain splattered around them. Before Melissa could respond,he launched towards her.

There was something in the violence of nature that made me feel alive. "Miss Ivy! Get inside right now!" Dianna's voice sounded urgent. I quickly turned my gaze and saw Dianna, along with Paige and an army of maids running from one side to another, closing security shutters and reinforcing the windows with an urgency bordering on panic. "Why all the fuss?" I asked, frowning. "It's just a storm." "It's not just any storm, girl," Dianna replied, tightening a handle with force. "It’s the Great Storm. It’s a phenomenon that only occurs when the energies of the earth and the Alphas collide. It’s more destructive than anything you’ve ever seen."

Eira The first thing that crossed my mind was to run. I was only a few blocks from the Storm mansion. If I could just get there, I’d be safe. “Eira.” The whisper came so close this time that I spun around. A woman stood a few feet away, covered head to toe in black cloth. Through the thin veil I could see her eyes pure white and wrong. “This is not your place, Eira.” The words drifted in on the night wind. Then she crumbled into dust and vanished.

“Both storms started with very strong and cold winds, sending the areas into a deep freeze.” My mind flashed to the dreams that I had been having of being surrounded by cold winds and I shivered at the memory. Duncan pulled me closer for warmth. “Do the reports mention a time frame between these storms and the actual attack?” Sylvie asked from behind me. “Roughly twenty hours, maybe less,” Lamont replied. “How have these attacks been explained to the public?” Quill asked this time. “As freak storms. So far, no one from the outside has looked too closely into other possibilities.”