Storm's Fury Novels & Stories

A kind of rage she'd never felt before. Thunder rumbled in the dark sky. The clouds formed and started gyrating, threatening to become a twister. Lightning struck in the clouds and clapped against the earth. The wind blew a gale, gradually becoming a powerful storm. The trees in the forest fluttered and waved, and the ones weaker than the wind fell. As her anger, sadness, and fear grew, she slipped out of control. She closed her eyes, whimpering as she fought herself for control.

Fury surged through my veins, a primal rage that threatened to consume me entirely. Without hesitation, I made my way to the meeting with Beta King Tyler's family without much expectations of what they had to say. Anger burned within me, fueling my every step even when I tried to control myself. The storm brewing inside mirrored the tempest raging outside as if the elements themselves sensed the turmoil within my soul. The wind howled and the rain poured down relentlessly, amplifying the intensity of the situation.

Ryker, Blaze, and I were all buckled in, our hearts racing with anticipation. "This is going to be a close call," Storm said, his voice steady, but filled with excitement. "Don't worry, I've got everything under control." He glanced at us, his grin still plastered on his face. "You guys ready for this?" We all grinned and nodded. We trusted Storm implicitly. As we approached the tornado, the winds began to pick up, whipping around us in a frenzy. The mobile unit shook and rattled, but Storm's hands were steady on the wheel.

**** Alex stood still, immobilized by the rage within him. He couldn’t move for close to thirty minutes, his mind a chaotic storm. His face was twisted into a mask of fury and pain, his nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. It was a sound filled with vengeance, a warning that a storm was coming, and it would bring destruction. His fists opened and closed, almost crushing the device in his hand with his grip. Every part of him radiated lethal intent. He would stop at nothing to find those responsible and make them pay. Alex wasn’t just angry; he was a force of nature, ready to bring hell on earth.

I can feel the rumble of thunder flickering in the distance, responding to Storms emotions. I search and search and all I can find is darkness. Storm doesn't leave my side. I can feel myself burning in anger. However, my fire will not be able to cleanse this like Calliope's can. It just burns until it consumes me. If I'm not careful I can burn myself out.

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.

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙣

my voice now raising in volume. “Then fucking show me,” she practically screamed at me. “What could be so bad or terrifying that you do which would leave me traumatized? What’s to say that seeing what you do, I mean actually do, doesn’t kick start something inside of me to be like you are? You have no…” I couldn’t take it anymore. The anger was fueling how I felt about her. I couldn’t love her. Love was a weakness that someone could use against me. The way she stood up to me was so fucking hot. I felt like I was going to explode.

The fire begins to settle, while the rain dances over our heads. A cyclone of great magnitude surrounds me, preventing any rogue from approaching me. The winds lift me up so that I can observe the scene of mass destruction before me. I feel like my whole body wants to break everything at once. I breathe heavily and roar all the fury in my chest: ENOUGH!

Luna Alina’s POV Fury. There’s no other word to describe the storm raging inside me right now. My chest feels tight, my breaths sharp and uneven, as though I’m about to explode from the inside out. I can’t believe it—that filthy bitch came back safe and sound. How?