Storm's Fury Novels & Stories

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

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

She wasn’t ready nor didn’t she want her. “Ahhh!” Amaia shouted as the veins on her neck are now visible, she was in a part-shift wolf. She was fighting her for an hour until the Light of the Moon in the sky becomes blue and red. A thunder of lightning bombarded the whole city of humans and the parts of the Werewolves, making them wonder and afraid. For the werewolves, it is a sign of Revenge, Full of Enrage and Death. They started to feel the goosebumps as the Moon letting the incoming Chaos come to them. As the long thunder and lightning were gone together the painful scream of Amaia. There she falls on the ground with her new appearance and her spirit wolf having a white wolf form.

Lex growls and tries to push forward. The little storm cloud, the one I've been fighting so hard against to keep the good parts of me in control, rages into a frenzy. It grows and morphs into a typhoon with no regard to my restraint. It blows and howls, giving its fury a voice. Its manipulative whisper turns into a screeching command. The destructive thunder and lightning provide a source of power I have been holding back. Now, as it refuses to be denied anymore, it stirs the darkest parts of my soul to wake up and take charge.

"Do not falter, my pack. The storm tests our resolve, but we will not waver. We have faced adversity before, and we will face it again. Together, we are an unyielding force." Liam's voice joins hers, a pillar of strength in the tempestuous night. "Hold onto one another. Let the thunder be our battle cry. We will stand strong in the face of this storm, united as one." As the storm rages on, the pack must confront their deepest fears. Lightning illuminates their path, revealing vulnerabilities and stirring emotions long kept hidden. Each member is tested, their inner strength challenged as the storm mirrors the turmoil within their souls.

she stammers. She doesn't understand. She doesn't know why I am being like this and neither do I. She doesn't see the predator that's unleashed, on the surface, I am just a man really freaking out because she smells like someone else. Fury detonates inside me, primal and all-consuming, and I'm no longer just a beast crouched on the floor, I am the storm. Chairs splinter, the table shudders, plates crash to the floor in a symphony of destruction as I surge to my feet. My voice rips out of me, a guttural growl that shakes the walls.

Only forward. Only into the storm.