Tempest Night Novels & Stories

I lamented to Adam. Adam rubbed my shoulder, that was his way of providing solace to others. But then Catherine barged through the door without permission. Her eyes glared right at Adam's hand that had just left my shoulder. She marched quickly over, and without a word immediately threw the plate from Adam's grasp. CRASH! I covered my ears as Catherine acted so dramatically. She moved so fast that Adam couldn't dodge and I couldn't stop her actions. "Oh my god." Adam murmured. Of course he was shocked by his wife's behavior. "You cheap slut!"

How am I supposed to break through to someone who won’t even acknowledge me? I shake off my tumultuous thoughts as I begin to fly over Nepal, the wind in my feathers and the sun beating down as I soar through the clouds. Suddenly, I feel that unmistakable surge of frigid, cold vacantness that sends a shiver down to the tips of my tail feathers. I feel the static electricity that lingers in every calamus on my body, begin to flare, ready to ignite my wings into an electric powder keg. I home in on the location of the surge and dive in its direction. As I allow gravity to propel me closer to the ground, unease engulfs me when I realise a surge of this magnitude is highly irregular. The last ti

“I said sorry.” “You didn’t stop.” “I’m working on it.” She glanced at me. Something moved behind her green eyes. Something she was trying not to let me see. “What’s your name?” I asked. She was quiet for a moment. “Tempest.” “Tempest.” I let the name sit in my mouth. It fit her. The woman who called lightning and moved through forests like wind through leaves. “I’m Keanu.” “I know. You told me earlier.” “Did I? I don’t remember.”

She took a deep breath. Air around her condensed subtly as her magic calmed, lightning striking tight circles rather than whipping around erratically. Chaos around her snapped into focus. Centered. “Now.” We moved together. Wind burst from my body violently, but instead of clawing forward in all directions, it punched outwards in a tight spiral cyclone that wrapped around Iris’s magic rather than pushing up against it. Simultaneously, Iris let go; lightning crackling around her that struck outward in hard lines, funneling directly into my tempest.

"Come in." I pushed the door open, stepping into the dim chamber lit by flickering torchlight and the soft glow of dawn filtering through a high window. The bed dominated the space, a massive frame piled with furs and pelts, reeking of musk and dominance. And there, in the center, the Alpha lay naked atop his Luna, his massive body pinning her beneath him. I froze, tray trembling in my hands. The Alpha Thorne, our unyielding leader with his scarred, rippling muscles and piercing golden eyes, turned his head slowly toward me. His Luna, Elowen, arched slightly under him, her pale skin flushed, dark hair splayed like a halo on the pillows.

Alistair asks, staring at our daughter with a mixture of wonder and terror. Before I can answer, all eight key-children burst into the room, moving as one, their eyes glowing. “Tempest,” they say in unison. “Her name is Tempest. And she’s going to change everything.” The baby-Tempest-looks at her siblings and smiles. And every clock in the fortress stops. Every movement freezes. Every breath hangs suspended. For exactly one heartbeat, the entire world goes still. Then it all rushes back and Tempest giggles like it was a joke.

said Elias. In fact, Zeppelin had come to the Tempest Pavilion because he had received a note with the words ‘Battle at Tempest Pavilion tonight, Dean Young’ written on it.

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!

he asked. “Of course you can sit with us. You can sit right next to Syn.” Aly said with a smirk. I shot her a look to say you are pushing, but she didn’t seem to care. The three of us chatted for a while when a man in a very expensive looking suit walked up to us. He had to be in the wrong place. There is no way he belonged up here with us. “Ladies,” he said, clearing his throat. “My name is Alastor Kennedy. I am the tour manager for Devil’s Night. I would like to offer you front row seats for tonight's show. If you two would please follow me.”

The scent of Jessica's lavender lingerie detergent wafted through the air. Mattie sighed, squelching her jealousy. Everyone had a different destiny. You had to settle for the cards fate handed you, even if you didn't necessarily like them. That's just the way the world worked. It was all part of the great cosmic poker game. Jessica's cards held trips to Sweden, a well-paying job, and lavender-scented soap. Her own cards? Her cards held a quilt shop inherited from her grandma, scraps of money left at the end of the month, and whatever detergent happened to be on sale.