Storm Spell Novels & Stories

The interior of a manufactured storm was a different environment from a natural one. A natural storm had the quality of a conversation between enormous forces, wind and pressure and temperature arguing their positions with the energetic unpredictability of systems too complex to fully predict. You could read a natural storm's intentions because its intentions were, in a fundamental sense, mechanical. Physical. Operating according to principles that Cael had spent forty years learning to interpret.

she asked. Captain Aengus looked away and swayed awkwardly, "I think you may have to postpone your wedding night. By the sounds of what the general said, a storm is coming. The king will not be in the best mood after meeting with the council… it was the war council, and that never has good news." "Are things that serious in this part of the kingdom?" Niamh was now interested. "Captain?" The Captain frowned and stepped back, "I shouldn't have said anything, my Lady."

One possibility after another flashed through his mind, but there was no turning back. He wandered through the unfamiliar streets of a foreign city. Thunder split the sky, and heavy rain began to fall. People on the street ran for shelter and hurried home to escape the storm, but Marcus had nowhere to go. He walked in the rain and repeated Yara’s name under his breath. Before long, he was completely soaked. His phone suddenly rang. He picked it up with a flicker of hope. It was a message from Yelena. [Marcus, come back.]

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

"Your stance is very horrible." Storm was so pissed that he had scared her, "Can you get off me?" Chase did and she got up without another word and carried on walking, "Don't walk away from me." "You have become quite the stalker, don't you think?" "I would not put it that way," Chase replied, was he enjoying taunting her? "I would, I don't get why you don't understand, I don't want you." "You have said that a lot Storm, but that did not stop you from kissing me back."

“The wind just picked up. Something’s off. The sky’s gone dark, and the pressure dropped hard and fast. We may have a storm rolling in.” I stiffened. I could feel it too, an electricity in the air. Tense and foreboding. How bad? “Bad enough that I’ve already dispatched the tornado prep team. They’re moving guests into secure areas. Mac… it’s coming fast.” I turned to Tara, who was frowning. Her fingers trembled at her sides, and her breathing was shallow. “Tara, there’s bad weather moving in. A spring storm,” I said, my words careful. Her eyes widened, and she gasped. Her heart raced faster.

Ryker, Blaze, and I were all buckled in, our hearts racing with anticipation. "This is going to be a close call," Storm said, his voice steady, but filled with excitement. "Don't worry, I've got everything under control." He glanced at us, his grin still plastered on his face. "You guys ready for this?" We all grinned and nodded. We trusted Storm implicitly. As we approached the tornado, the winds began to pick up, whipping around us in a frenzy. The mobile unit shook and rattled, but Storm's hands were steady on the wheel.

My life has come to an end, I have lost it all. Few seconds later, no pain was felt, not a hole in my heart. I slowly opened my eyes and what I saw was terror. Stefan was lying lifelessly on the ground with the sword stuck into his heart. The cloud became darker with every second that passed, up in the sky, the storm formed and became thunderous, my eyes turned gold and my hair emitted light, the chains broke into pieces and a look at Stefan's dad, he withdrew back. A mixture of warm, moist air at low levels collides with dry, relatively cold air above, gradually turning into a wind storm. I send it to him and it sweeps him off the dusty ground. His cries hovered around the woods and I snapp

she said. “You said that like 30 minutes ago!” I yelled, sounding a little frustrated. Valerie turned to me and yelled, "I'm trying my best, okay? I didn't expect the storm to be this big. It usually isn't stormy here this time of the year." “Oh yeah? Now we're going to die out here in the cold, and no one's ever going to find us,” I yelled back.

There was something in the violence of nature that made me feel alive. "Miss Ivy! Get inside right now!" Dianna's voice sounded urgent. I quickly turned my gaze and saw Dianna, along with Paige and an army of maids running from one side to another, closing security shutters and reinforcing the windows with an urgency bordering on panic. "Why all the fuss?" I asked, frowning. "It's just a storm." "It's not just any storm, girl," Dianna replied, tightening a handle with force. "It’s the Great Storm. It’s a phenomenon that only occurs when the energies of the earth and the Alphas collide. It’s more destructive than anything you’ve ever seen."