Storm Cursed Novels & Stories

“Lying isn’t going to save you, Chloe.” My blood runs cold. “How do you know my name?” “The mountains tell us things, it carries your mumblings to us.” He whispers, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line over the curve of my hip. “And right now, they’re telling us that a storm is coming that will swallow you whole if you stay out here. Look up.” I follow his gaze. The sky isn’t just dark, it’s bruised. Thick, heavy clouds are swirling with unnatural speed, and through a small tear in the grey, I see it. The moon. It isn’t white. It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color.

I curse off, watching the heavy wind swerve. The cold breeze stings deeply, clinging to my skin, while I shut over the window blends, sealing me off, into my own car. A last clash sends the rains thudding. A heavy rush flooding my screens, it covers every bit of sight I see, until I get to pull my wipes. “Fuck” I mumble, watching drops litter my screen. I hate driving in stormy weather. It troubles me.

“This is a bad idea.” “Probably,” I whispered, heart hammering against my ribs. He leaned in. I rose on my toes. Our lips were a breath away, heat rolling off him, when another savage gust of wind slammed into the cabin, rattling the shutters like something was trying to break in. Kane pulled back with a low curse, glancing toward the door. The moment shattered, but the heat in his eyes didn’t fade. “Storm’s not letting up anytime soon,” he said, voice rough.

Strong enough to endure all of their mistreatment. She opens the window and stares outside. It was a gray morning and the wind was rather chilly. Lauren decided to close the window as the weather doesn't look good. Thunder roared across the sky that made her flinch. Soon enough, the raindrops were heard. The rain starts pouring hard outside the house. It looks like the rain won't stop any time soon. She turns back to see her room again and begins cleaning her messy room. Her things were scattered on the floor. She sighed and shook her head as she recalled again what happened a while ago.

"Tempestas arcano veni, nubes atrae surgant! Fulmen et tonitrus oram capitulum!" As if answering his call, the once serene sky transformed into a canvas of darkness. Thick clouds billowed and swirled, obscuring the sun and casting an eerie shadow over the forest. A deafening clap of thunder reverberated through the air, sending tremors through the ground beneath us. The winds roared with newfound vigor, howling in a tempestuous dance. Armand's men were caught off guard, stumbled, and faltered, their composure shattered by the raw power of nature unleashed.

Jaime ‘SMASH!’ ‘BANG!’ “Ana?!” Where the fuck is she? She knows better than to leave the apartment. I have warned her time and time again. Maybe the beating I gave her last night wasn’t hard enough. Just can’t kill the bitch yet, not until after the wedding. I continued to search for her, slamming doors as I went through it like a tornado in a trailer park. I shouted for her to make herself known to me. I tried calling her phone, but it went directly to voicemail. “Fucking ungrateful bitch. After everything I have done for her, she goes and takes what belongs to me,” I growled. That money will be mine. I just need her to go through with the wedding, which should be taking place in 3 days. I

"Where are you?" "I think the south side of the forest, still looking for Helena and Larry." "It's Dane with you?" "No, why?" "Their teacher is dead, killed by a wild trap. Be careful, I think this forest was booby trapped." "Oh my God. Tragic, so what's the plan." "Find them and return to the bus As soon as possible." "Working on it. Dane has already gone back to the bus." _____________

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

The silver winter that had blanketed Oakhaven for weeks finally culminated in a "Century Storm"—a meteorological \bm{Anomaly} that turned the Atlantic into a churning wall of white. The wind didn't just howl; it screamed, a high-frequency vibration that rattled the ancient floorboards of the flower shop and threatened to pull the shingles from the roof.

Only his voice cut through the cold wind and reached my ears. "I don't want to get married so soon anyway." Every excuse he'd ever given me shattered against that one casual sentence. Of course. All his excuses boiled down to just one truth—he simply didn't want to. He didn't want to marry me or keep his promise. That was it. Jane drew in a small breath. "But I think I saw Ms. Brock's Instagram. She's already announced the wedding date. Not just that, but I also heard the invitations have even been made. Is she… trying to force you into this?"