Novel & Cerita Storm's Fury

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.

"What does Anna have that I didn’t…?" The silence that followed felt louder than anything. Anger surged through me... so hot and blinding, as a single tear traced its way down my cheek. "Why!" I screamed, my voice raw and burning, before hurling the glass across the room. It exploded against the wall, the sharp crack of shattering glass slicing through the silence. Pieces rained down, glittering like fragments of something once whole. "Felix Sterling, you fucking bastard!" I yelled again, my voice shaking with fury and pain. I slammed my hand into the bottle next, sending it crashing to the floor where it shattered into jagged, gleaming shards.

From fury. How dare her.

Their fury—righteous and unrelenting. There would be no more mercy.

My body fought even as the bond writhed with his fury, a clash of violence and will that filled the room like thunder. His answer was harsher still. He ripped me from the wall only to hurl me down, the floor knocking the breath from my lungs as his weight pinned me. His claws raked shallow lines along my arm, hot sting blossoming where restraint frayed thin. His fury pressed in from every side, fangs flashing, the bond searing with it. “You think you can fight me?” he roared, slamming me down again until stars burst in my vision. “I am not yours to resist. I am the storm you drown in.”

Most of the hot sauce splashed onto me, yet he screamed as though he was badly burned. “Wynnie! It’s so hot! If Miles didn’t want to cook for me, he could’ve just said so, I wouldn’t have forced him. Why would he deliberately hurt me like this?!” Before I could react, Wynnie’s slap landed across my face. “Miles, when did you become this vicious? Apologize to Ash. Now!” That was it. I could not hold back anymore. I shot the two of them with a vicious glare, then turned around and stormed out of the room.

I get out of bed In a hurry and I get dressed frantically, not caring what I'm putting on just so I have something on. As I open the door from my cabin, all I see is flames. I can hear screaming from pack members, as my heart sinks to the ground. I race out to see what I can do, but when I realize there is no battle happening. I'm confused to what the fuck is happening.

But the storm inside her was reaching its breaking point. Maelis shrieked, unleashing her fire. Eryndor charged beside it, claws bared. The battlefield froze on the cusp of ruin. Serenya clenched her jaw, lifted her arms, and let the storm go. Silver fire erupted from her in a torrent, not a wave this time but a tempest, swallowing emerald flame and amber fury alike. The ground split wider, wolves thrown like ragdolls, the valley itself trembling beneath the blast.

Alice’s vision blurred as the winds around her finally began to calm, her anguished shout echoing into the stillness. Her grief and fury had summoned a storm within her, the very elements responding to her pain, swirling around her with a force she could barely contain. Pedro, Fernando, and Odette gripped her shoulders tightly, trying to steady her. The stormy air crackled with an unearthly energy, as if the world itself were on the brink of something vast and impossible.