Storm's Fury Novels & Stories

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.

It blazes beneath my skin, scorching through my veins with unrelenting fury. I don’t even try to stop it. This isn’t just a storm anymore. It’s an inferno. A force of searing, blistering light and chaos, ready to burn everything in its path. The wine glass shatters in my hand. I inhale sharply, my chest rising and falling as I force myself to think. So, what’s my next move? Summon them here? Let the storm rage? Or go to them—reign it in just enough to listen before I tear them apart?

And then came the pain. It ripped through him like molten steel, searing his veins and dragging a roar out of his chest that split the air. The ground trembled beneath him, the sky above his pack lands turning the color of blood. Wolves howled from miles away, sensing the fury of their Alpha—raw, uncontained, godlike. “Killian, stop!” someone shouted from behind. It was Lysander, his Beta, but the voice was drowned by the storm building around them. Wind howled. Lightning tore through the clouds.

Rage and frustration. It crept through her veins, slow and insidious, before erupting like a volcano. With deliberate movements, Ariel stood. Each step toward him was controlled and precise. The room itself seemed to shrink, the air crackling with something dangerous. Then, stopping in front of him, she lifted her gaze. Her eyes—dark and stormy, lethal brewing in her eyes. “Listen to me, Johny,” she whispered, her voice trembling not with fear, but with fury. A storm brewed in her eyes, sorrow mixing with something raw and violent.

Call the storm. I shut my eyes, my hands trembling as I lifted them. The power inside me writhed, wild, dangerous. I pulled it upward, feeling the energy coil into my palms. Air whipped around me, violent, shrieking. The trees groaned as wind surged, leaves spiraling into the air. The beast lunged then, its tusks aimed for my chest. I screamed, releasing everything. Lightning arced from my hands, blinding white. It cracked against the beast’s hide, searing flesh, filling the air with the stench of burning fur.

The pack huddled together in their stronghold, terrified by the fury of the storm. As the storm raged, Fionn heard a howl in the wind. It was a howl like no other, a howl that spoke of power and darkness. The howl chilled Fionn to the bone, and he knew that this was no ordinary storm. This was a storm summoned by dark magic, and it threatened to destroy everything the pack had built. Fionn rallied the pack, and they fought back against the storm. They used their combined strength to hold back the raging wind and rain.

I could see my words struck a nerve, the shock in his face is evident. “You’re fucking crazy, I wanna see my girlfriend, NOW!” “That’s not going to happen. Firstly because you have no girlfriend, secondly because the woman you are referring to is now with me and thirdly…well that’s simple, I am karma.” Before Ethan could say another word I surprised him with a throat strike, not one strong enough to kill him although I am more than capable of that, but one which had him gasping for air and rolling around like he was being beheaded.

After 100 precise sword strikes, one of the waterspouts was dispersed. However, the remaining waterspout loomed ever closer, and time was running out to deploy another 100 strikes. Alexander's right hand tightened into a fist, and with a powerful swing, he unleashed a fist shadow that shattered the water tornado. The force of the punch was immense, but it placed a significant strain on his body. As the violent storm subsided, Alexander stood unwavering amid the chaos. Though the storm's intensity had lessened, the wind continued to howl with a force exceeding magnitude 12.

I didn’t know how, but I would get myself out of this mess. My hands clenched into fists at my side. She had taken so much for me, but it led me to Darren. If she wanted to ignite my rage, speaking of hurting Darren was how to do it. My heart was a furnace, fueled by a fury that threatened to consume me whole. She might think she was powerful, but she hadn’t yet seen how far I was willing to go. I was more than just rage and pain—I was a storm building on the horizon, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And when I did, it would be with a force that would flatten everything in its path.