Novel & Cerita Storm And Fury

His people seemed to have been ready and they both clashed right in the chamber. Within minutes, the whole chambers were already destroyed, and everyone was outside, already destroying the building, with people falling on the floor while blood splashed in the air. "Why are you doing this, Kieran? This is why I will never like you. You have turned my own pack into a war zone." He said to me. "And there is more reason Stormy will never forgive you." I spat back. He smirked. "Why?" "Because she is pregnant," I announced in the middle of the war, and his face changed, showing no single emotions, and then there was a look of shock and then surprise.

My body fought even as the bond writhed with his fury, a clash of violence and will that filled the room like thunder. His answer was harsher still. He ripped me from the wall only to hurl me down, the floor knocking the breath from my lungs as his weight pinned me. His claws raked shallow lines along my arm, hot sting blossoming where restraint frayed thin. His fury pressed in from every side, fangs flashing, the bond searing with it. “You think you can fight me?” he roared, slamming me down again until stars burst in my vision. “I am not yours to resist. I am the storm you drown in.”

What I want doesn't matter at the end of the day. He reared back, leaning off me as though I'd slapped him. "You think because I've taken you, that it doesn't matter?" I tilted my head to look up at him questioningly. "Would you rather every wolf in the pack had you? That you were marked by one such as Fury?" Fury was a terrifying wolf. He had scars and was known for sudden outbursts of violent temper. He was unpredictable and known to be brutal. Same as Draven is.

I can feel the rumble of thunder flickering in the distance, responding to Storms emotions. I search and search and all I can find is darkness. Storm doesn't leave my side. I can feel myself burning in anger. However, my fire will not be able to cleanse this like Calliope's can. It just burns until it consumes me. If I'm not careful I can burn myself out.

His voice was dark and moody, his black eyes suddenly rising to meet her green ones. Her tongue found her dry lower lip, and her pulse raced faster. With his hands so gentle on her, his gaze hungry and burning with stark desire, how did she know he was furious? Once the knowledge seeped into her, more pieces of the puzzle began to assemble themselves. The terrible fury of the storm had been his rage, volcanic rage seething just below the surface of what appeared to be perfect tranquility. She glimpsed it when her mind sought his, inadvertently touching without her intention or his consent.

She was turning that chaos into something she could control. Pelin gripped her hellblade so hard that her knuckles turned white. I saw her close her eyes for a monent, then crying out loud “Cyclone Fury!” She spun, her body becoming the axis of a localized hurricane. The wind whipped up, clashing against the ram’s heat. As her Cyclone Fury spell ignited. A powerful vortex of wind surrounded her, lifting her off the ground as she used the force to push against Aries’ relentless charge. The gusts of wind spun around her, tearing at the edges of the dust cloud, slowing the ram down.

Water convulsed and lifted, funneling skyward, a twisting serpent of spray. “Oh, for the love of raw meat!”Trinity snapped. You made a tornado. “Stop it before it eats the castle, Firestorm!” Damn it! What the hell was this? Was the Moon Goddess bored and using me for entertainment? I dug my claws into the wet ground, heart slamming. The waterspout spun faster, lurching toward the shore. Towards the castle. “Fuck a duck and ten chickens!” How much more was I supposed to take? “Focus!” Trinity barked. “You started it and you can stop it. Find your calm. Pull it back.”

Sarah’s song never faltered, though the words twisted into something darker. “Sleep, little wolf, your pack is gone, The storm will sing till break of dawn. No moon to guard, no flame to see, You belong to only me.” Her grin widened, madness glinting in her eyes. But Storm’s stare didn’t waver. Beneath his lashes, his pupils shimmered with threads of gold, Blaise’s gold. The light spread through his irises, faint but steady, until the shadows bent away from him. He was the storm that was raging outside, calling to his daddy…

Blood & Fury The battlefield was a storm of chaos. Smoke and mist twisted together, turning the forest into a living nightmare. Elena’s aura burned brightly around her, casting golden light that collided with the dark shadows of the rival alpha forces. Her heart pounded as she staggered forward. The twins thrashed violently inside her, amplifying the energy radiating from her body. Every step left scorch marks on the ground. Her wolf roared in defiance, demanding recognition. Damien struggled to his feet nearby, golden eyes blazing with fury and concern.

“Your b⁠o​nd, yo⁠ur‍ l⁠o​v‍e, your‍ f⁠ury, the​y are no​thing against‍ the storm I‌​ hav⁠e u​nl‌ea‌s⁠hed!” A‌ziel’s gaze nev‌⁠er wa‌vered fro‍m th⁠e t​raitor. “‌​It’​s‍ no​t noth‌ing,”​ he sna‍ppe​d. “It‍’s eve‌r‌ythin‌g. An⁠d it⁠’s enou‌g⁠h.” H​i‍s bla‍de m‌et another attacke‌r‍‍’‍s s‍teel with a sh‍a‍rp clang‍, f‍orci​n‍​g him‌ bac‍kwar​d.