Tempest Unscramble นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"This is the history of the Great Upheaval. It's packed with coded intent, but don't panic, I can interpret it for you. 'The Shattering' was the official term that the Council applied to the period when Mooncrest Omegas created their Alphas. well, lost their minds." "Created? Or was it that the Alphas were defective to start with?"

One she’d started the night she was attacked. She scrolled. Paused. Then added a new line. Public leverage event — Serena Hale. Her phone buzzed. A new message. Unknown number. You handled that well. He’s unraveling. Clara typed back slowly. You underestimated something. The response came quickly. What’s that? Clara’s lips curved not in a smile, but in resolve. My silence isn’t surrender. Three dots appeared. Then vanished. Outside, the city hummed, unaware that something had just tilted.

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 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!

As the minutes went by, Tempest-1 continued to fly across the sky. Half an hour later, someone suddenly spoke through the communicators. "Tempest-1 has arrived at the designated location. We’ll commence the paradrop in T-minus ten seconds. "Ten…"

he roared, and a blast of wind slung us backward several yards. He had to drive his claws into the earth, carving a deep furrow so we wouldn’t be ripped into the air. Trees thrashed and some simply fell with a groan that ended in a hard crack. We dodged trunks, pushing forward while fighting that aura riding the wind. “It’s Tempest!” We knew it instantly. The signature of her power was there, but now it was unleashed. It was ripping the forest apart, and we had to duck more than once as branches scything past, stones, and even animals tore by like a furious vortex.