Storm's Fury Novels & Stories

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

Lately, Chloe Dunham has been posting photos on social media of late-night meals sent by an anonymous admirer. She was the only single one in our trio of best friends, so I was always the first to like her posts. But whenever I saw the hand-drawn doodles on the meal boxes, I couldn't shake the feeling that they looked exactly like the work of my boyfriend, Jacob Aniston. Chloe once flicked me on the forehead and teased me. "You jealous little thing. Don't go making up stories. The three of us have been friends since we were kids. If Jacob and I were ever going to fall for each other, we'd have gotten together ages ago." I rubbed my forehead and laughed, then let the matter go. That was

He never once told them to stop until the last bucket was empty. He slowly walked over to her, bent down, and wiped her cheek with a silk handkerchief. But his words were sharp and cruel. "Sandra is awake. She doesn't blame you for cursing her and forgives you. She even said it wasn't really you who did it, but you were possessed." He paused. "I had my men prepare the salt water for you. It's supposed to ward off evil spirits, but it won't do anything unless you're soaked in it for 72 hours."

Fury burned deep in his heart! Bang! The next second, Darryl slammed his fist on the table, and it broke into pieces. The entire hall rumbled with Darryl's aura. Rumble! The skies seemed to have felt Darryl's wrath. It had been cloudy, and then suddenly, a raging storm erupted! Rain and wind blew into the hall, yet it could not wipe rage in Darryl's heart. "Donoghue Dixon! I am not human if I kill you!" Darryl swore coldly. Then, he turned around and looked at Zoran's body with extremely red eyes. His tears streamed down his cheeks once again.

‘’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.

"Let's get to work." Tate walked in wearing his training gear and glanced at his wrist watch and then looked at me. He was about to get the shock of his life because he had no idea that Ember was back and so were my powers. He smirked at me. "Come at me Freya and show me what you've got because I want to see your determination." I nodded quietly. I stretched out my fingers and released a wave of flames sending them in his direction and I saw his eyes widen in shock.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.