Storm's Fury Novels & Stories

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.

The storm inside me intensified, a chaotic mix of fury at his threat and a traitorous yearning for his touch. I tried to maintain a facade of calm, my expression carefully blank, but my heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against his chest. I could feel the tension radiating from him, a silent, volatile energy that promised both punishment and a pleasure I knew I couldn't resist. The storm was no longer just brewing; it was a full-blown hurricane, threatening to consume me whole, to sweep away every last bit of my resolve and judgment. I was a ship caught in a dangerous sea, and I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that I was about to sink. ~•~

No strong aura or Elder frown and menacing expression seemed to affect her. “That’s my girl!” Stormy barked proudly, moving his tail in fast circular motions like an ellipse. It seemed like his rage was gone and all he cared about now was that his Angel was standing up for us. An exhale of relief left my chest, she didn’t believe their poisonous lies.

It was a shame The Boundless Academy calvary could not arrive in time. “Die!” The claw moved slightly, and a blood-red vortex immediately set off in the heart of the claw. The vortex suddenly moved, quickly forming a terrible storm, and fiercely swept towards Zephyr. If that shocking and corrupting power hit Zephyr, it would definitely kill and mince his body into bits. The storm moved quickly and sent everything astray in the surrounding area. Even Zephyr had felt that terrifying pressure when it neared him.

” Tasha frowned, “Oh, Sir Raven over there is not my brother. Not even related” Not related? How on earth was he… “I don’t care,” Storm snapped standing up from the bed, “I am not going to let anyone dictate my life, tie me down or take advantage of me and whatever my powers are. Not now, not ever” Then she turned to Blue who was staring at her with her arms crossed over his chest…” Mate or not” She spat. “Storm,” She turned around to face the other mana, Raven whose eyes were now red although he was smiling with a very tender expression on his face,”

These whirlwinds, like sentient storms, spiraled across the battlefield, crackling with dark energy, aimed directly at Lara. Lara’s heart pounded as she stood her ground, watching the sky fill with Thana’s stormy avatars. The whirlwinds circled around her, moving faster and faster, creating a barrier of dark winds that blocked out the light and obscured her vision. Their force tugged at her, pulling her toward the center of the storm as if intending to shred her piece by piece.

I am the storm. If you'll not help me then you're useless to me, I see no reason for your existence, I hate you Alora. He spoke to me with anger resonating in his voice. I hate you too with every fiber of my being. Tyrone blinked, but his lip curled into a grin. I let out a loud battle cry and unleashed my energy, a pure untamed force that burst out of my body in a clap of thunder, energizing the air and causing the ground to tremble slightly from the force of the attack.

A raging storm swept through the city, lightning crackling against the sky, as I called him to say I felt unwell, asking if someone else could make the trip instead. His voice, sharp with annoyance, rang through the line. "You're usually so healthy—what could possibly be wrong? Or are you just jealous of Faye again? Emily, must you really be this petty?" In his eyes, I was nothing but small-minded and hypersensitive. And yet, one gentle word, a single apology, and I would forgive him and fold under his demands. "Emily, please. Just bring me the documents—I need you." Terrified that my refusal might somehow jeopardize the company, that my father's legacy might go up in smoke, I buried my own

I was frozen in place for what felt like forever. I did not shed even a single tear. It turned out that when a person felt the most devastated they had ever felt, they would not even be able to cry. The sun dipped below the horizon. A blood-red glow swallowed everything. The television said it would get hotter in the next few days. It was dry, so we had to be careful about fires.

Serenya’s flames drowned her out, swallowing her voice, swallowing everything, until the storm shifted again. The white-haired woman lifted her hand. Wind surged in a single, brutal wave. It slammed down on the battlefield like a divine hammer. Serenya’s soldiers were crushed to the ground, howling. Wolves yelped, dirt ripped free and whirled like blades, trees groaned until they split down the middle. Even Amaiya’s scream snapped off as she hit the dirt. I clung to Logan, his shadows straining to shield us, though even he groaned under the weight of that storm. His body trembled against mine, his teeth gritted so hard blood beaded along his lips.