Storm Cursed Novels & Stories

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

His eyes were fixed on my neck, on the marks sitting there, and the look on his face was the kind that came from somewhere very deep and very old. “We need to leave,” Stormy said immediately, and the urgency in his voice made every hair on my body stand up, because Stormy did not do urgency. Stormy did sarcasm and dramatics and the occasional bout of genuine emotion carefully disguised as something else. Urgency was not in his repertoire. “Caleb. Now. We need to leave right now.” I didn’t move. “What does that have to do with you?” I asked the vampire. The smile that had been absent from his face came back then, but it was nothing like the warm, teasing version from the forest. This one had

“So we’re already behind.” Ross immediately turned to one of her agents. “Prepare the helicopters.” The agent hesitated. “Ma’am…” “What?” “The storm.” Everyone looked outside. Dark clouds had gathered over the Pacific. Lightning split the horizon. The calm sea had vanished. Towering waves slammed against the cliffs. Ross frowned. “How long?” “The weather service predicts at least twelve hours.” Lucien’s expression hardened. “We don’t have twelve hours.” “No.” Victor agreed. “We don’t.” Aurora stepped toward the window.

Not long after the boat vanished over the horizon, dark clouds rolled in, and massive waves surged like a raging beast, swallowing the shore. I was swept into the dark current, seawater flooding my lungs. As my consciousness faded, I felt a strange sense of relief. Meanwhile, at the grand cathedral in Laningarde, wedding bells rang out. Barrett, dressed in a white suit, was about to slip the diamond ring onto Astrid's finger when a disheveled guard burst in, his panicked scream cutting through the music. "Boss, bad news! A tsunami just hit the island. Miss Brooks didn't make it!"

"Very good." I staggered forward, gasping. "That was... incredible. I was almost swept away by the wind." "Magic isn’t safe, Storme," she said. "It’s alive. Always respect it." I nodded, heart elite with joy. "One more," she said, her eyes gleaming. "The tornado." My stomach dropped with fear. "You’re joking." "Not at all," she said. "It will be small. Focus your will into a point. Shape the air."

One possibility after another flashed through his mind, but there was no turning back. He wandered through the unfamiliar streets of a foreign city. Thunder split the sky, and heavy rain began to fall. People on the street ran for shelter and hurried home to escape the storm, but Marcus had nowhere to go. He walked in the rain and repeated Yara’s name under his breath. Before long, he was completely soaked. His phone suddenly rang. He picked it up with a flicker of hope. It was a message from Yelena. [Marcus, come back.]

Storm second away from breaking. Shit.

he grumbled, hauling himself to his feet. "If you reject me without preparations, heck, if any of us reject each other without proper preparations then we are both fucked. We'll lose our minds literally." I snapped immediately. Storm scoffed, brushing dirt off his shirt like I hadn't just warned him about losing his damn mind. "I am already losing my mind, maybe that's better than whatever this shit is," he muttered. I took a step closer. "We aren't full adults yet, you wouldn't last two hours, Storm. You’d claw your own throat out before you even made it back to town."