Storm Spell Novels & Stories

“The island staff sent out a warning. They’re advising all guests to take shelter indoors.” Jade turned to him. “So, it’s serious?” He nodded. “It’s a tropical storm. Not quite a hurricane, but strong enough that we need to be prepared.” Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deep, rolling thunder. The air felt electric, charged with the energy of the oncoming storm. Jade exhaled sharply. “Well. So much for our peaceful honeymoon.” Ceynol smirked. “You didn’t think we’d get through this trip without a little chaos, did you?”

By sunset, Dawson’s house looks like it’s preparing for a storm that isn’t weather. Curtains drawn. Cameras checked. Exterior lights set to timers. Kellan moving through rooms with the calm efficiency of a man who has packed for worse. Miles at the dining table, laptop open, building a timeline that feels like a net. Rowan testing the back door sensor twice, not because it’s broken, because her body doesn’t trust “once.” Jace dragging a chair to the front window like he’s trying to be useful in the only language his nervous energy speaks.

The other party encountered a storm, but he survived. However, there was another kind of storm. The destructive power of this storm was shocking and even one of the most terrifying forces in the desert of death. This kind of storm was called the dragon storm. It was shaped like a huge dragon, rolling up and moving. Even if one had a strong body, once he was rolled up, he would be torn into pieces. This was because this Dragon Storm was a gathering of multiple storms. Its destructive range was also astonishingly large. "Rumble..."

I spent eighteen years praying for a mate who would save me. Instead, the Moon Goddess gave me the three boys who made my life hell. Kael. Thorne. Soren. The Alpha’s triplets. My bullies. And now… my fated mates. They look at me with pure disgust. They threaten to reject me the second they find a reason. They make sure every day at school and every night in the pack house reminds me exactly how worthless they think I am. But the bond doesn’t care how much they hate me.
And neither does the danger that’s already watching from the shadows. I was supposed to be free.
Instead I’m trapped with the three people who want me gone the most. So tell me…
how long can a mate bond survive when the

"You set the table while I light a fire." I turned on the battery-operated radio to listen to the weather while I lit the fire. "This storm is expected to last until midnight tonight," said the announcer. "You can expect heavy down pours. Flash flooding is also expected along creeks and rivers. No tornadoes have been spotted so far but this storm will be accompanied by strong winds and damaging hail."

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.

In the end, he came to Storm’s office and said weakly, “Storm, have a glass with me.” Storm laughed. “You’re in a bad mood? It must have been really hard for you. On one side, you have Tammy whom you can never get rid of. On the other side, you have Baby Zetty who is affectionate and loyal. If I were you, Finn, I’d be so irritated as well.” Finn said, “Cut the crap. Do you want to go or not?” Storm raised his wrist to check his watch and shook his head. “I’m not done with my work yet.”

Stella shouts over the roar of the wind. “I’m not afraid of heights!” I shout back, tightening my arms around her waist. My fingers are numb to the bone, and I’m sure my hair has frost in it at this altitude, but below us, the most violent storm clouds I’ve ever seen twist and spiral, flashing with deep purple lightning, which is often followed by Zayn’s bright blue bolts. A battle of epic proportions is taking place–still. But not for long, if I have anything to do with it.

he whispered to Draco. "I can hear you," Lorna said. She wiped her hand on her apron as she came out. "You look better," "A good rest does wonders," She replied, sitting down and looking at them. "What's going on?" "Reports of missing people," Mitch said. "That's what's up... oh and the approaching storm too. It might hit the Northern kingdom anytime soon." "I believe the storm will blow off before it drops to this altitude," Draco said. "Something to do with weather temperatures at different altitudes."

Lightning Storm, however, cracks his knuckles as he steps forward. “For the record,” Storm starts, laughing and pointing at us. “I have unfinished business with every single one of you.” Raising both his arms, lights start to gather in them. Before long, lightning bolts start to shoot out, hitting everything. Parts of the street and buildings’ walls are hit, exploding into dust. Dozens and dozens of bolts fly past or toward us. With QuickShot on me, I can’t move fast. I see one bolt heading right for the two of us.