Storm Spell Novels & Stories

The least I could do was make her a special breakfast, I say breakfast, it’s now 12:30 in the afternoon and I dare say after how much she drank last night she may vomit at even just the smell of food. Last night we had a small get together with friends and family as a farewell party for Carrie, she insisted she didn’t want any fuss but I knew she appreciated everyone coming to give their well wishes. Carrie and I took full advantage of the party and drank more than our weight in spirits, as for entertainment, well I reckon we scared most of the guests away with our rendition of Celine Dion’s ‘It’s all coming back to me’. I never thought she would go ahead with the whole moving to New York id

Storm chuckled, “I did. She wanted to be kept in the loop at all fucking times. She’s probably sending the calvary, since I haven’t been able to reach her.” I stopped, looking over at Storm in shock. Was Leia in danger? Why was he so calm about it? Why couldn’t he reach my mate? What was happening? “Why not?” “The bullets... and the wolfsbane..." Storm explained, raising his eyebrow at me, and I took a breath of relief. “So you’re not the calvary?” I joked, trying not to show Storm how scared I had been. This damn drug was still messing with my head.

Still I make my way to my desk. Mr. Storm is standing in the doorway to his office wearing a scowl. He lifts his hand to check the time on his watch as I get closer. “Thirty three minutes, Miss Gaard.” He says curtly. I sigh and round my desk to hang my dripping coat. “I’m sorry Mr. Storm. The bus never arrived and I dropped my phone so I couldn’t call in.” My voice is flat and tired as I tell him this.

he said, more statement than question. She hesitated. Pride flared, then faltered. Exhaustion won. “Yes.” Rain began to fall in soft, tentative drops. Miguel exhaled, once. “You can’t stay out here,” he said. “Not with the storm coming.” Their eyes met then—hers wary but steady, his unreadable, intent. Neither of them knew it yet, but the road behind them had already closed.

"Please don't leave me here. I'm afraid of the dark." His gaze was icy. "What about Sandra? When you wrote the message, did it ever cross your mind that she might be scared too?" Emma momentarily zoned out, lost in the memory of a thunderstorm years ago. The power went out, and she curled up in the corner, shaking in fear. Wesley filled the house with candlelight, wrapped her in his arms, and gently rubbed her back. "Don't be scared, Em. I'm right here." But that same man was the one shoving her into a living nightmare now.

Anita has always freaked throughout a storm. I was wondering if it was the pregnancy draining her energy. I know once the weather calmed down we'd make an appointment to check on her with the pregnancy. It wasn't planned for her to get pregnant, but nonetheless we welcomed it. I thought back a few weeks ago, when the storms first started for the season. My parents happened to take Amelia camping that weekend two towns away. We'd made love to distract her from the storm outside. That was roughly eight weeks ago and there have been other more recent activities.

"It seems a storm is coming." "What is it with storms these days?" Arissa asked, shivering. "Is it part of the curse too?" "More like the time of year." I chuckled. "When there is a lot of moisture in the air, storms tend to brew, but this isn’t like the storm we encountered on our voyage. This is most likely a blizzard. " "Oh, good." Arissa chirped. "I always wanted to know what it felt like to be an icicle." "I bet you’d be a delicious icicle." Nazhoni giggled, licking her lips.

Alera raised her hands, and this time the neon magic was on the tips of her fingers. I felt like I was about to get struck by lightning. “Mom!” Alera and I turned at the same time. Storm had just climbed out of his sports car. Evyn’s workplace was on this street, I thought. Storm’s hair appeared to be wet like he’d climbed into his car after a shower at the stadium. He was on his way to see his girlfriend. “Storm, my love.” Alera lowered her hands. “What the hell are you doing?” Storm’s voice was full of hurt and confusion.

Above them, the crescent moon bled crimson, a sign the moon goddess was watching them. And wrath, as all wolves knew, was a storm that always returned.

I yelled at the link, and suddenly, Storm opened the link. "What the fuck!" she yelled; her voice sounded weird, and she sounded as if she was panting. Fuck, she had been fucking... "It is Enzo... I need ice..." I said, "I´ll be there..." she said, I made my way back. Once Storm gets involved, her powers will help Enz. I walked back into my room and heard Storm and Aelfred´s footsteps coming our way. "Ralph, what..." Storm walked in and gasped.