Tempest Novels & Stories

Atop the Black Raptors, lines of armored warriors known as the Windrunners stood ready. The foremost Black Raptor was exceptionally large. Clearly, it was an Alpha Black Raptor. Riding on the back of this Alpha Black Raptor were a man and a woman. Gideon had encountered the woman previously. She was Zephara, known as Ms. Tempest of Windrunners. The middle-aged man next to her was unsurprisingly the leader of Windrunners, Zephara's father, Eduardo Tempest.

The ground trembled beneath her feet, echoing the turbulence that raged within her. As Elysia raised her hands, the elements responded in kind. A torrent of wind swept forth, causing banners and cloaks to billow wildly. Waves of water surged and churned, rising to heights previously thought impossible. Flames danced upon her fingertips, their intensity rivaling the very heart of a forge. Rocks and debris hovered in midair, forming a protective barrier around her.

Better Tempest didn’t even imagine the horrors buried inside that fog, the same fog that was starting to give way now. “Here it comes,” Tempest said suddenly, feeling the disturbance in the magic.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as Kai prowled closer, his boots thudding softly against the stone. The air thickened with their combined scents, Thorne's earthy dominance mingling with Kai's sharper, wild edge like storm winds rolling through the pines. My body betrayed me, nipples hardening under their stares, a slick warmth gathering between my legs. I was an omega, wired to submit, to crave the claiming that would mark me for the pack.

"It’s Vespera. Pull your fleet out of the South China Sea route. There’s a typhoon forming that the standard models missed, but my algorithm picked it up. Thorne will tell you it's safe. It’s not. Move the ships, or you lose the cargo." "Vespera?" Ivan Petrov sounded confused. "Lysander just sent me a report saying clear skies." "Lysander uses a weather service from 2010," Vespera lied—she actually just remembered the massive storm that had bankrupted Velos in her past life. "Move the ships, Ivan. Trust me." "...Moved." "Good. Now, about your representation..." Two hours later. The sun was setting, casting long orange shadows across the office floor. Vespera sat in the twilight, watching the

“Serena—listen to me. You’re not his. You’ve never been his!” Elias, shaking from the effort, drew in a breath so sharp it tore his lungs. His body erupted in a storm of silver lightning, every strand of hair glowing, every vein alight. He raised his hand to the storm above, and with a roar that split the clouds, he unleashed it. The Silver Tempest. Bolts of lightning the size of spears rained from the heavens, crashing down into Fenris’s shadows. For the first time, the god’s smirk faltered. The shadows shuddered, recoiling, and Serena dropped for a heartbeat before the god’s grip snapped tight again.

She looked up with fright when she saw me. “Shh, I’m here to help you,” I said, and looked into her eyes. I was falling. I felt dizzy, and I couldn’t breathe properly. I shook my head, as I felt that familiar pull of the moon’s gravity, and I tried to snap out of it. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Adelie,” she whispered, as she tried to cower away from me, when the flames leaped into my hands. “I won’t hurt you, I promise,” I said, as she looked at me.

he reassured me, giving my hand another squeeze. “Can I have a hint?” I asked and before I could ask another question, he placed a quick kiss on my lips silencing me. “Now sweetheart calm down I promise you’ll love where we’re going. “I still have a bad feeling about this surprise” I said and he sighed, “we’re going to a lovely dinner and going to spend time together” I nodded accepting his answer and leaned back in my seat. Once we arrived, I felt Lewis shake my shoulder jolting me awake and in front of me laid out was a beautiful city view off a cliff side. “What is it?” I asked, still slightly dazed as I lifted my head looking out the front window seeing fairy lights in the distance.

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.

The storm arrived exactly as the neighbor had predicted, but it wasn't the gentle dusting the valley was used to. By midnight, a fierce, howling wind had swept down from the Apennines, burying the lavender fields under a thick, white shroud. The farmhouse felt like a small island in a frozen sea, the timbers groaning under the weight of the gale. Inside, the hearth was a glowing orange eye in the dark, but the peace of the house was shattered at 3:00 AM.