Surviving The Storm Novels & Stories

“Only a skeleton crew. Most of the others evacuated when the first surge hit. But Adrian—if someone is still here—” “Then we find them,” he said. “Before the Heart hits critical again.” The core pulsed behind them, brighter this time, the floor vibrating under their feet. Adrian inhaled slowly. The storm wasn’t over. In fact, it had only just begun.

Trust. Trust in me. “More food is already on the way.” I announced. “The women and children remain safe in the northern shelter. We will rebuild what was lost.” Murmurs spread through the crowd. I drew a slow breath. “Listen to me. this attack will not be the last. there are powerful people who do not want this camp to exist. They will try again.”

Anonymous Watching from my hideout at the foot of the embankment, I could see the car flip over multiple times before bursting into flames. Seeing them race towards the burning car made something crack inside me but I couldn’t stop now. BOOM! The sound of the explosion shook the area. I knew the remains were unidentifiable. It was all part of the plan that I had agreed on. Thankfully, I still had inside help to get through this. In two weeks it will all be over. I hope.

Strong enough to endure all of their mistreatment. She opens the window and stares outside. It was a gray morning and the wind was rather chilly. Lauren decided to close the window as the weather doesn't look good. Thunder roared across the sky that made her flinch. Soon enough, the raindrops were heard. The rain starts pouring hard outside the house. It looks like the rain won't stop any time soon. She turns back to see her room again and begins cleaning her messy room. Her things were scattered on the floor. She sighed and shook her head as she recalled again what happened a while ago.

(Caelum’s POV) The ground beneath us shuddered violently, jagged stone splintering and crumbling toward the abyss below. The threshold pulsed like a living entity, and the storm’s roar was deafening. Rain lashed at my face, stinging like needles, but I barely felt it. My focus was sharp, razor-edged: survival. “Saphira, hold on!” I barked, digging my boots into the slick rock. Every instinct screamed at me to climb, fight, move, survive.

“I just want him to survive it.” Ines nodded, quiet. “You two are rewriting the playbook. Make sure it’s one worth following.” When she was gone, Liora leaned closer to Varian’s ear. “You always said survival was pride. Maybe this time, it’s love.” His fingers twitched against hers, half-asleep, as if he heard. Outside, the storm broke at last, washing the city clean—if only for the night.

Of survival. And just beneath it all, in the shadows. A storm was still raging on.

“Then let’s start planning.” Kent nodded. For the first time in days, it felt like the storm might pass—if only because someone was finally willing to stand in it with him. And as he turned back toward the window, watching the first flashes of press lights in the distance, he realized something else: They weren’t just going to survive this. They were going to fight back.

The cloud swirled and drew closer to our group. Fifi and Nalu panicked and stayed close to us and the little island of Silisk’s dead skin. We could hear the others screaming and the metahumans rushing to the other’s side to protect them. Before the storm could make contact with any of us, the triton began to absorb the storm. Byron and I fought to keep ourselves from being overwhelmed with the force that we almost sunk where we stood. And then, finally, it was over. No longer was there any storm that kept us trapped. All we saw at that moment was clear skies.