Tempest Unscramble Novels & Stories

Connor shrugged but I couldn’t help but giggle. “That does make more sense, Dustin.” Brandon admits, “I think that’s part of why Mom and Dad named us in alphabetical order.” Dustin crossed his arms, pouting because of the untimely luck. I glanced over at the clock, it was twenty minutes until midnight, so I turned to him, taking his hand,

“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.”

He had no business dwelling on the enemy. *** Tempest was looking up, at the skies, wondering at her existence, wondering at the depression eating her up for a male that wasn’t worth it, when she felt the sting on her chest. She looked away from the skies, down to her throbbing chest, and wondered what was wrong.

Chris answered, I turned to look at them and they're all awake. I just remained silent for the rest of the ride towards the beach resort, but upon arrival, I pulled Sky towards a far corner where nobody could eavesdrop. “What game are you playing with me, Sky?” I asked him, I crossed my arms and waited for his response. His brows furrowed and he then let out a sarcastic laugh. “I'm not playing any games with you Genesis, as much as I'm like you who's scared of commitment, I couldn't help but to just take the risk and ask you if I can be your boyfriend.” he said, my lips parted.

The scene that greeted her was one of gruff elegance—her uncle, immersed in his paperwork, his face etched with a stern expression. Mace looked up from his desk, his stormy gray eyes meeting Seraphina's fiery green ones. His brows furrowed in annoyance as he demanded, "What is the meaning of this intrusion, Seraphina?" Seraphina, undaunted by her uncle's stern demeanor, crossed her arms and gave him a defiant glare. "I needed to see you, Uncle Mace. You've been avoiding me, and I won't stand for it!"

“This isn’t about unity anymore, it’s about survival!”A wave of anger surged through me as I stepped forward. “You’re tearing us apart! This isn’t how we solve our problems!”“We solve them by taking control!” he countered fiercely. “You’ve lost touch with reality!”Before I could respond, Sarah chimed in, her voice dripping with disdain. “You’re just as delusional as she is! You think love will save us? You’re both fools!”The room erupted into chaos once more—shouting, accusations flying like arrows in a battle. In that moment, I felt a sense of despair wash over me; we were losing ourselves to hatred and resentment.As weeks passed in this tumultuous atmosphere, alliances shifted like sand b

' Tempest’s growl was faint, more confused than threatening, and that unsettled Nuri more than anything. Nuri glanced around the room again. It looked the same—quiet, cozy, harmless. But now her eyes lingered on things a little longer. The bookshelf. The television. The empty corners. There was nothing out of place. "You’re probably just tired," Nuri whispered, her voice more hopeful than confident. "Take a nap, Temp. I’ll make a document with the important stuff. You can catch up when you wake up." Tempest hesitated, her silence stretching long enough to make Nuri wonder if she’d already fallen asleep. Then: ‘Okay, but only for a little while. Wake me if anything even feels weird.’

Melissa shouted, pointing a trembling finger at Celine. Her voice cracked, and her eyes were wet, but there was more venom than tears in them. Celine stood still, her back straight, her face pale but calm. Inside, she was anything but calm. Her heart raced, her hands trembled at her sides, and confusion clouded her mind. She didn’t understand how everything had changed so fast. The same woman who had smiled at her days ago now looked at her like she was filth. Alex frowned. Something didn’t feel right. Melissa’s rage didn’t sound natural; it felt rehearsed, as though someone had lit the fire and stepped back to enjoy the chaos. His mind went straight to Martins.

It is once a dark turbulent, stormy continent everyone might see. But in the stillness of the dark is where we are created. Guardians, Werewolves, Vampires, Shapeshifters, Wizards, Alchemists, and Chambers. These are what the Tempest is comprised of. The whole continent of Tempest was divided into seven regions, each kind has their own territories. Guardians and Chambers - Region of Order, Center of Tempest Shapeshifters - Morph Region of the North Fairies - Wings Region of the South Vampires - Gore Region of the West

She pressed delete, and the message vanished. She decided to go straight to Tessy’s place. When she arrived, Tessy was pacing back and forth in the living room, her face red with anger. “That woman is something else!” Tessy burst out as soon as Ava walked in. “First she drags you to brunch just to embarrass you in front of her friends, then she gets a photographer to take your picture and call you ‘spa help’! She wants to ruin your reputation before anyone even gets to know you!” “I know what she’s doing,” Ava said, sitting down. “She wants to make me feel small, to make sure no one takes me seriously.”