Storms Story Novels & Stories

When I left Vegas, I had no access to any funding whatsoever, and Sebastine’s father had also sent me off with nothing but a boarding pass to Vegas. The storm had not begun yet, but it was a thick, dark cloud and from the weight of the clouds, you could tell there was going to be an unforgiving storm. “On today’s news, Winchester and surrounding environment are expectant for a heavy downpour,” “Experts say that the storm may last a day or two, or who know? A week!” ‘The city, according to its history is said to experience this, once every seven years,” The news report went on and my hopes of leaving Winchester kept drowning.

"There would be no water or bread at the grocery store, the lines to get gas would be ridiculous, flooding would have already started, power might already be out - " "Mo dhia, it sounds like the apocalypse!" Da exclaims, and now I know for sure he's going to be freaking out during an actual storm. Tiffany just shrugs it off. "It can get bad. There are a few that have done some big damage. But it's just something you learn to deal with. Like earthquakes in California or tornados in Oklahoma." "But flooding? Do I need a boat?" That puts us both in stitches. "Not unless you like to fish. The flooding is usually contained."

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..."

The manager had increased the volume and everyone was staring in it’s direction. On TV, there was a female newscaster reporting; “Reporting live from Massachusetts, a severe storm is expected to hit within the next hour. Residents are strongly advised to return home immediately and take necessary precautions. This storm is forecast to be heavy and potentially dangerous.” I groaned in displeasure and looked out of the restaurant door. I could see the darkness in the clouds and the wind starting to blow harder. “Shit,” I mumured, “why is everything going wrong tonight?!”

"There would be no water or bread at the grocery store, the lines to get gas would be ridiculous, flooding would have already started, power might already be out - " "Mo dhia, it sounds like the apocalypse!" Da exclaims, and now I know for sure he's going to be freaking out during an actual storm. Tiffany just shrugs it off. "It can get bad. There are a few that have done some big damage. But it's just something you learn to deal with. Like earthquakes in California or tornados in Oklahoma." "But flooding? Do I need a boat?" That puts us both in stitches. "Not unless you like to fish. The flooding is usually contained."

That is no fun at all! On the outside of the Hive, the scenery becomes disastrous. As the rain falls, the heavy wind whips anything that it comes close to; there is no safe place to hide in. It has been the worst weather that came to earth, and the very first storm ever recorded- according to the DEOS, no other storm came to earth until this very time. Although the storm isn’t a threat to them, the current occurrence slows them that they can’t enter the Hive anymore and attack its people.

He whispered brokenly, his shaking hand coming up to cover his mouth. Now Storm was just confused., although deep down she was drawn to this stranger, she felt her soul reaching out to him. “Uhmmm,” She muttered looking now at Tasha who was also staring at the man with tears streaking down her cheeks, “Can anyone tell me what is going on here?” Tasha faced her with red eyes and smiled sadly, then laughed wiping her tears, “It is a long story Storm. One which would really interest you,” Storm frowned, backing up as the man took a few more steps closer to her.

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

Storm Without saying a word, he walked towards me, watching me carefully as he slowly made his way towards me. I watched him warily, wanting to run for my life but determined to stand my ground. The look in his eyes told me he was aware of my internal battle. He walked up to me and took me into his arms, holding me against him. I stood there frozen in his arms, my body shaking from cold and fear. After a while I rested my head on his chest, seeking the warmth of his embrace and finding an odd sense of comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. After a moment of debating with myself on whether I should reciprocate. I wrapped my arms around him holding him. A foreign feeling of safety and security

She explained about the syllabus and about the previous lessons. Mrs.Smith explained, "So we have already completed our last chapter. Today we are going to start a new poem named, 'After the Storm' by William Wordsworth." Then looking at Daisy, Mrs. Smith ordered, " Daisy Miller, will you read the poem loudly so that rest of the class can hear?" Daisy replied obediently, "Yes, Mrs. Smith." Then she started reciting the poem, standing in her place, in her silvery voice. The poem sounded like a melodious song in her sweet voice.