Storm Spell Novels & Stories

I asked cautiously. “Yes, Your Majesty.” The creature lowered its head once more. “There is no time.” Its voice sounded hurried now. “A Spatial Storm is approaching.” The moment those words entered my ears, the peaceful darkness around us suddenly trembled. Far in the distance… The Void twisted violently. Large cracks appeared one after another, spreading through space like shattered glass. Black lightning flashed across the darkness. The ground beneath us vibrated faintly. Cold air surged from every direction. The beast lifted its head.

The weather will continue to change with this widening of her domain along with her growing power and the presence of the Stormbringers. Cory was lost so deeply within her own thoughts that she did not notice her friends stiffen as a light drizzle began to fall. The droplets were cold as ice but thankfully they were not actually frozen. There was no weather Cory hated so much as hail. They must be near! She announced. Can’t you see him? Weaving his way through the trees?! Cried Sprout.

I just shook my head. “I don’t care if the wind blows me away, I need to be out of this house.” My voice cracked as I grabbed for the door, but Baxter moved faster, planting his hand against the frame, barring the exit. “The news said to stay inside,” he insisted. “It’s not just a storm, it’s magical. Weapons, debris, everything’s being thrown around. People are getting stabbed by flying metal. Dozens of casualties already. It’s a curse storm.” His words barely registered. I couldn’t stay here.

He spun around, hands coming up to steady her as she stumbled. "Easy," he said, studying her face. Her eyes looked glassy, unfocused. Shock, most likely. Jon’s death had been the final straw for her. This could be trauma she might never forget. People suffered PTSD with less. He needed her alert. "We’ve got a problem." She blinked at him like she was surfacing from underwater. "What kind of problem?" "Storm’s coming. Big one, by the look of it." Another rumble of thunder, closer this time. "We need shelter now."

He said, hugging her to himself. Storm's eyes pricked with tears. If things went south tonight, then this hug was really necessary. She hugged him just as tightly as he hugged her, sniffing the scent that was his, greedily taking large bouts of it as if it was the last. But then Kaden disengaged. “Let’s go. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. I have a feeling that everything will be fine.” **** When Storm went outside with Kaden, the first thing she noticed was the eerie calm in the air, as if something evil had permeated the air, as if there was something evil lurking somewhere.

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The manager had increased the volume and everyone was staring in it’s direction. On TV, there was a female newscaster reporting; “Reporting live from Massachusetts, a severe storm is expected to hit within the next hour. Residents are strongly advised to return home immediately and take necessary precautions. This storm is forecast to be heavy and potentially dangerous.” I groaned in displeasure and looked out of the restaurant door. I could see the darkness in the clouds and the wind starting to blow harder. “Shit,” I mumured, “why is everything going wrong tonight?!”

On the horizon, dark clouds gathered, hinting at a storm unlike any they had seen before. The trio turned to face the horizon, their eyes widening as they took in the approaching tempest. The clouds weren't just dark; they swirled menacingly, lightning bolts zigzagging through them like furious, electrified snakes. Cassandra, her voice shaking, whispered, "What is that?" Elara, her grip tightening on her pendant, replied, "It's the Gathering Storm. It's said to appear only when a great shift in power is imminent." Darius, ever the strategist, began to analyze the situation. "That's not just a natural storm. It's dark magic. And it's heading straight for us."

“Alex’s team is still out there, and Rowan is with them. I sent Matheus to call them back, but they’ve yet to return. I need to know how, when, and where the storm will strike first.” Alastor turned back to the red coals on the ground and settled onto his knees. He breathed in and out several times before speaking in a rather foreboding tone, “We’ve never faced an event quite like this one before.” Delmar raised his eyebrow in curiosity. “What do you mean? I’ve endured it before, and so has Rowan. You’ve seen many of these blizzards in the past.”