Storm Spell Novels & Stories

Poor Byron was confused about the situation. ‘Child, we’re getting closer.’ Helighor informed me. ‘Get your little friends ready because it’s going to be a little chaotic once we enter. On the other side, the environment is not as pleasant as any sea storm. Get your monstrous friend to swim underneath me so you won’t get blown away by the storm?’ ‘Storm? What storm? The water is calm.’ ‘On this side, it’s clear. But in his cage, it isn’t.’ “What’s wrong? You have that look on your face again.” Skyr moved closer to me as he asked.

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.

His lips were parted slightly as he took shallow breaths. She paused just a second too long. He cracked an eye open and gave the faintest smirk. "You're really good at this." "Yeah, well, you're lucky I didn't leave you in the lot," she muttered, her cheeks warming as she quickly shut his door and got behind the wheel. The radio kicked on. "Special Weather Report: A severe thunderstorm system is approaching Gem Town, Manhattan, and Skeeterville. If you're driving, seek shelter immediately. Hurricane-force winds expected within the hour."

For the moment. Because the actual storm was set to commence.

Maybe even peaceful. The calm before the storm.

Grayson Godwin was already more dead than alive. It turned out the stillness was just the calm before the fucking storm. Outside the weather sirens began to wail. Their smart watches began to chime. Amberleigh glanced at the emergency message, severe thunderstorm warning straight line winds of up to 70 mph reported, take cover immediately, and the loft was plunged into darkness just seconds after. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, she thought.

But then again he was not a normal man, his calmness being much more dangerous than his anger for sure. Checking his watch he sighed with a bored look on his face. 10:42 The clock showed. There was still time, he thought. The radio lost its signal suddenly, making him change it to another. "An orange warning!! I repeat !! A thunderstorm is approaching the states, will a wind velocity of 150 km/ hr. Due to the sudden arrival of this, it couldn't be predicted. Expected to reach our state within half an hour, I request everyone to stay inside!! I repe-"

I really want to make all these right or I might just not go home today. I can't stand Stormy getting mad at me. We've come a long way from when we met and I don't want to mess it up. On reaching the apartment, I take in a deep breath before ringing the bell. I'm not anxious to see her I'm just a little scared that she might not be home or will not accept my apology. Then, I don't know what Stormy would do...but fuck that! The door slides opened and her face appears at he door. Her hair is all in a messy bun, she's wearing a loosed free shirt that's... short of course and like Stormy said, she looks like hell.

The silver winter that had blanketed Oakhaven for weeks finally culminated in a "Century Storm"—a meteorological \bm{Anomaly} that turned the Atlantic into a churning wall of white. The wind didn't just howl; it screamed, a high-frequency vibration that rattled the ancient floorboards of the flower shop and threatened to pull the shingles from the roof.