Storm Clouds Rolling In Novels & Stories

But it wasn't over, the cloud above us started to crack as thunder and lightning ripped through the skies. “There’s a storm coming, we are fucked” Akira declared. And indeed we were.

KELLEN The creatures stalked towards me and I cast my eyes to the sky, sending out a prayer that I hoped would reach the ears of the gods and they would favor me. In the distance, I saw a mass of darkness, a shelf cloud that was rolling in from the north and heading our way. My shallow breaths halted as I registered the ominous doomsday storm approaching. The screech of the creatures brought me tumbling back to the now and, again, for the umpteenth time I raised my sword and planted my feet, readying for the attack.

Thunderous stygian flocculent clouds shadowed the vast expanse of the sky, locking in the gleam of nature's eternal daylight completely, blending the surrounding blue with pastels of grey and lavender. Cool breeze escalated resulting into a destructive storm lingering over the sky of svamgarh. Saanvi peeled her gaze from the window, stressed and a little worried if something unpleasant might happen or rather going out at this hour would be safe?

As we drew closer to the storm, the air grew thick with electricity, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. The sky was a deep, foreboding grey, with clouds that seemed to swirl and twist in every direction. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder boomed through the air, making me jump. Ryker pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me like a shield. "Don't worry, I've got you," he signed, his eyes locked on mine.

Lightning crawls across the sky, coyote-gold chasing violet, the air crackling electric with promise and fear. The storm queen is ready. The Blood Wizard System is maxed. The pack is unbreakable. And the next storm? It’s coming. But this time… We’re the ones bringing the thunder. With everything we have. Because we know what it feels like to almost lose it all.

They stood on the porch and looked out at the night sky. The weather was calm and clear only minutes before. Now, clouds roiled and thunder crashed. Red balls of light formed in the sky and seemed to explode sending out white and red streaks of lightning across the sky. There was almost no break in between the flashes. “What the hell’s goin’ on?” Ford roared over the thunder. “A dragon king is being born!” Winston yelled back. “Holy shit! Did you see that one? The clouds over there look like a dragon when the flash goes off!” Moran shouted.

whispers Orchid. A wind blows and winds at the top of our hill. To the east, those storm clouds are darkening, growing into an ugly anvil-shaped steam tower, tendrils of rain spreading out and casting shadows across the landscape. Silent lightning flashes within the cloud. The storm will be upon us soon. “We're not going to get to the city today,” says Truk. “Not before the storm gets here. We need to find a place to sleep for the night and face this. "

I yelled at the link, and suddenly, Storm opened the link. "What the fuck!" she yelled; her voice sounded weird, and she sounded as if she was panting. Fuck, she had been fucking... "It is Enzo... I need ice..." I said, "I´ll be there..." she said, I made my way back. Once Storm gets involved, her powers will help Enz. I walked back into my room and heard Storm and Aelfred´s footsteps coming our way. "Ralph, what..." Storm walked in and gasped.

He had pressed hard. Dark, swirling clouds surrounded the tower. Lightning bolts struck the roof. And at the bottom, lots of little red dots with angry eyebrows. Aurora stared at the drawing. Her hand trembled a little. "It's... very detailed," she whispered. "The clouds are the bad feelings," Ethan explained. "They're trying to get in." "But look," Aurora pointed to the stick figures. "We're all inside. We're together." "Yeah," Ethan said. "But we're stuck."

Gray clouds rolled in; a storm was brewing. The overcast skies and slight breeze caused a slight chill in the air. The steam from her coffee mug billowed into the air as she held it in her hands. “Storm’s coming. Should be a good one. It’s beautiful watching the clouds roll over the mountains, listening to the rain hitting the leaves, smelling the fresh rain. It’s a sight to see…” Jack stared off into the distance.