Storm's Fury Novels & Stories

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.”

Behind her, the other junior cooks looked like they had seen a massacre. "He destroyed a washbasin. He threw the first tray. He is having fits!" Elspeth screamed. I frowned. "Fits? What does that mean? Is he having a seizure?" "No!" Elspeth grabbed my arm. "The fits of rage! When the Alpha is angry, he destroys everything in his path. He is yelling." She lowered her voice. Her eyes darting around. "Usually, only Lady Elara can comfort him during the fits. She goes in and calms the wolf. But today… he is different.”

It seemed that the war would end that day itself but then, there was a huge storm, dust and wind blew with such intensity that it became impossible to even stand. When the storm settled The comrades of the Golden King were nowhere to be seen. The moon completed its path across the horizon but neither the Golden King arrived nor did his comrades. With a heavy heart, Alex set Aaron’s body on fire and waited for another day of destruction. God knew whom the next day would swallow. There was no hope for Victory nor any fear on his face; just a sense of resignation. He had given up trying to change fate. He had accepted that fate would lead him to his destiny…

Scott POV As I walk away from her, away from the house, I feel myself withering away. It's not just normal to have a fight with Stormy. There's not always an assurance that we might see it through and even if we do, I'm always threading on thin ice and it scares the hell out of me. There's only what thing for me to do to make all of these right.

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.

As in! Storm Haha, he’s connecting the dots I see, I get to the stage and Freddie takes my hand as I ascend the steps, he places his hand on the small of my back and kisses my temple. Introduce yourself my love Good evening everyone, my name is Storm Burgesse, daughter of Trillionaire Tycoon Stormas and Thalia Burgesse of Diamond City, I also have three other alias’s I go by I turn to face Dastan who seems to be on the verge of fainting in the corner.

,she whimpers sadly as her hand holding the gun shakes. "I can be what she is Jonathan, she is pleading, I can be all that and more. Just add me and I swear if after a month you still feel the same I will leave and never come back",Fury is pissed as he growls at me. We add her we lose Kat and I don't want to lose her Jonathan he says growling.

Keondra's hands tightened in fists. How dare him!? Is the moon goddess punishing her? Because it felt like a punishment. Keondra looked up at the moon, it was a full moon. She suddenly felt like choking as she fell to the grass on one knee. Her hands quickly went to her throat as her eyes suddenly turned white, never leaving the moon. Red like tears dripped from her white eyes down her face. Her body starts to stir with an ancient, primal energy, as if the lunar cycle is awakening a deep-seated power that has long been dormant.

She felt the raw, untamable power of him gathering, the chaotic energy of the storm focusing to a single, devastating point deep inside her. “Now, Nyxoria!” he roared, his voice the sound of the sky breaking apart. His release was a cataclysm. It was not just a physical climax; it was the storm’s climax. A colossal, blinding web of lightning erupted from the temple, forking across the entire horizon. The thunder that followed was not a sound, but a physical force that flattened the clouds for miles around. Inside her, his cock pulsed, pumping his hot, electric essence into her depths, and that final, monumental surge triggered her own annihilation.

I said, my tone deceptively light. I stepped to the edge of the boat, the stormy sea stretching before me like a mirror to my soul. Wild, churning, uncontainable. The rage within me boiled, a cauldron of fire and I let it rise. Power surged through my veins, raw and untamed, filling me until I thought I would burst. My hair danced in the wind, my nightgown billowing like wings of a vengeful spirit. My eyes blazed, twin flames reflecting the fury I had suppressed for too long.