Tempest Novels & Stories

It's wrecking my equilibrium, transporting me somewhere heavenly. Her lips are soft, succulent, and fine as they linger against mine. The warmth of her mouth sends a current running through my body. Chills run over my skin, and fire burns inside me. I feel dizzy. Drunk. High. My senses have been seduced by the rapid beat of my heart, the sweetness of the lip balm she swiped on a few minutes ago, the snow falling on our faces to where our lips meet, each one of us tasting the cold drops.

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

Her eyes rolled as if she was a fucking dragon or something, with hot air in her breath to leave me dead in an instant. "Let me go!" She barked at me, which kind of took me by sur-prise. The calm and quiet Adele had been replaced by this monster. The girl that I'd spent the night with and thought of it as nothing but pleasure had disappeared and right now it felt like fucking hell. "No, not until you answer me. Not until you tell me what's upset you?"

As the fire spread throughout the area, Colter once more focused his newfound energy and chanted “Tempest.” A whirlwind appeared, merging with the burning flames turning into a tornado of fire and death. It lifted off the demons who were seemingly endless as they kept on streaming from the portal that Dyron had created. Body parts, blood and shrieks were in the air as they were swept into this inferno.

As if sensing the agony and the rage overwhelming the daughter of Oceans, the weather began to alter— from calm conditions to destructive conditions in just a blink of an eye. A flash of light discharged between the ugly, puffy yet scary clouds that were beginning to cover the sky— shocking the residents of both Ombersley and Droitwitch— for they menacingly hovered over the skies with tension. Inside Amethyst's bedchamber, in Castle Ephraim, is Melpomene who was convulsing, with regret that was victoriously consuming the chambers of her soul.

Daniel I arrived at a secluded resort in Batangas as the sun began to set. Ryker was not present upon our arrival, indicating that he may have been engaged in a meeting. As I pulled over, Russell and Claire stepped out of the car. They sprinted eagerly towards the beach. I gazed upon the scene before me, a serene expanse of water stretching out towards the horizon. A smile graced my lips as I took in the breathtaking view from Russell. I quickly put away my phone and snapped a photo of her.

Cameroon - “Lord Jesus, deliver this boy from the clutches of temptation,” she intoned, her voice rising in dramatic fervor. “Cleanse his soul and restore his path!” Evans blinked, looking more amused than alarmed, though he wisely said nothing. I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain something. “Mom, he’s not possessed. He’s just here for the wedding and food." "Food?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

I was frozen in place for what felt like forever. I did not shed even a single tear. It turned out that when a person felt the most devastated they had ever felt, they would not even be able to cry. The sun dipped below the horizon. A blood-red glow swallowed everything. The television said it would get hotter in the next few days. It was dry, so we had to be careful about fires.

NOAH'S P. O. V What are the odds of lighting striking the same place twice? Astronomical. Impossible. This is a rare fascinating occurrence. Okay, change in events this rare occurrence had to be focused, studied and explained. What was it about this beauty before him, still in his arms that drives him to-? Why is his wolf's tail wagging? His a wolf. What is it about this wolf that compels him to want to know everything about her? How is he so intrigued? The mystery of it all. Seriously what were the odds his fascination would be peaked for the second time? What is it about this woman that make him want to protect, provide and spend many nights having her in his arms? There has to be an answe

“The urge to fuck, to mate, and to breed little whelps that succeed us. Each and every one of these instincts exist in all wolves. Now the problem isn’t that we have urges alone. Hardly. The problem is the uncontrollable nature of our urges. The average wolf is a slave to his blood lust, rage, and most of all, the moon. I seek to break that hold. For you my dear, exacerbating your condition enough to urge your wolf into a dramatic protective response is our best course of action. And we must do it with wolf-specific traumas. Nothing else will cause a strong enough trigger.” He crouched down, careful to avoid my pool of bodily fluids before looking me over. He stared for a few minutes then gl