Storm Spell Novels & Stories

I hissed. “Tawnie, and the man she’s seeing. I’m not sure if he’s good for her,” Storm told me, making my body go cold as worry immediately began to eat at me. “She has a mate?” I asked. A growl rumbled in Storm’s chest. “He’s not her mate!” “Then why is she with him?” “Drink and talk! That’s the offer!” she told me. I narrowed my eyes at her again. “Or option two: I just make you tell me!”

"Very good." I staggered forward, gasping. "That was... incredible. I was almost swept away by the wind." "Magic isn’t safe, Storme," she said. "It’s alive. Always respect it." I nodded, heart elite with joy. "One more," she said, her eyes gleaming. "The tornado." My stomach dropped with fear. "You’re joking." "Not at all," she said. "It will be small. Focus your will into a point. Shape the air."

The storm which will change our whole lives. Xx___xX

“And what are the risks beyond imminent death, of which, strangely, I am getting used to!” “You're not as foolish as I thought,” he teased, lightly squeezing my arms and sniffing the air. “From the density of the air, I'd say the big storm will hit in two days!” “Exactly, Beast,” Elara shrugged. “There's still time; we need to prepare you.” “What do I have to do exactly?” I stared at her while sniffing the air. “The storm isn't just an ordinary rain with lightning, Hybrid. Be aware, it's when a tornado hits our region, nature is in its full form...” She evaluated me, noticing the shock in my eyes. “This means that magic is literally more intensified and loose in the air.”

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙣

The door slammed shut ringing a metallic echo throughout the metal stairway. Tom stood and spun the trapdoor wheel tightly closed. "What the hell?" "It's a hurricane. It's only December, but that still falls within the range of hurricane season," Ellie said. "A hurricane?" Tom asked. "It's a really big storm. It swirls around in a circle and destroys everything," Brooke explained. "So what do we do now?" Ellie turned around and started heading down the metal stairs. "We have to wait it out. It could last a few hours or a few days. Without my computers and satellite connections, I have no way of telling."

If his mother is important to him,we start with her". Colin stated at the waves battering against the shores. Wind had picked up and the spring Thunderstorms was rolling in as promised. Some of the worst storms came late in the season after a cold winter. And this one had been freezing. Warm air clashed with frigid temperatures,causing all kind of destruction where they met. "She'll have protection around her 24/7", Melissa said as her hair whipped around her face,the intensity of the threatening storm growing. "Is she in the family business?" Colin didn't budge. Not even when the first droplets of rain splattered around them.

he grumbled, hauling himself to his feet. "If you reject me without preparations, heck, if any of us reject each other without proper preparations then we are both fucked. We'll lose our minds literally." I snapped immediately. Storm scoffed, brushing dirt off his shirt like I hadn't just warned him about losing his damn mind. "I am already losing my mind, maybe that's better than whatever this shit is," he muttered. I took a step closer. "We aren't full adults yet, you wouldn't last two hours, Storm. You’d claw your own throat out before you even made it back to town."

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “It also makes you dangerous.” “Leave,” Rowan ordered. Thorne turned toward the gate. But before walking away, he looked back at me. “One more thing.” “What?” His expression turned serious. “The storm that’s coming.” My chest tightened slightly. “You know about it?” Thorne nodded once. “You think your balance will hold when it arrives.” The wind howled suddenly across the courtyard. Thorne’s eyes gleamed. “It won’t.” He turned and walked toward the open gates of Frostveil.

"It’s stronger than the reports said. That’s a Category 5 Aether-Storm." "Can we go through it?" Tristan asked. "If we drive into that," Zephyr said, "the wind shear will strip the armor off the train. We’ll be shredded." "We can't go around," Tristan said. "The mountains are impassable." He looked at the map. "There has to be a gap. An eye." "There is no eye in a magically sustained storm," Zephyr argued. "It’s a solid barrier." "No," Tristan said, his mind racing. "Magic follows patterns. It breathes. Helena!"