Storm's Fury Novels & Stories

Argh! "That jerk, how could he do this to you? He's lucky I'm not there, he's gonna have a free punch from me," Liam said. He really is furious about what I told him. I just stay silent, I don't know what to say. He looked at me with those sad eyes. I don't like them. It looks like he pity me for what happened to me. I'm not dead.

Jerrod said, Lord Storm stormed out of the room with anger, his fist clenched into a ball and his face read only rage, hatred and resentment. Valerie seeing those eyes that read rage, her heart beats as it pumps her blood through her veins. The blood rushes to the tips of her fingers, her hands became so sweaty, the pulse coming in hot waves that cause everything else to pause, Like he's going to take after his name and Storm on her.

The King wrapped a blanket around them and they waited in silence. Within the hour, General Aengus returned alone. Lorcan and Niamh met with him in the Great Hall. He was covered in cold, drying mud, his horse exhausted, and his message bleak. "They disappeared in a sudden storm," Aengus began. "Tormil raised his hand, glowing blue, and suddenly the weather became cold, with rain pounding us from above. We had to pull up, and take shelter. As soon as the storm let up, I sent my warriors to the surrounding villages and beyond. We will find the traitorous council."

The image of Ameera's devastated expression and Veronica's fearful eyes fueled the inferno within him. Haider stormed outside the room, his fury reaching new heights. The weight of his anger bore down upon his shoulders, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. Every step resonated with an unyielding determination, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path.

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.

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?

Her words shocked all the employees. Furious beyond measure, Philip slapped her hard. "Don't talk nonsense!" Jane covered her face, laughing. "You don't dare to admit it? If you really wanted to marry Ms. Brock, why give me a chance? You don't want to let go of her, yet you keep stringing me along. You're the pro player here."

Storm Without saying a word, he walked towards me, watching me carefully as he slowly made his way towards me. I watched him warily, wanting to run for my life but determined to stand my ground. The look in his eyes told me he was aware of my internal battle. He walked up to me and took me into his arms, holding me against him. I stood there frozen in his arms, my body shaking from cold and fear. After a while I rested my head on his chest, seeking the warmth of his embrace and finding an odd sense of comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. After a moment of debating with myself on whether I should reciprocate. I wrapped my arms around him holding him. A foreign feeling of safety and security