The Calm Before The Storm Movie Novels & Stories

The Edge Of The Storm Serena’s POV The morning after everything felt… heavier. Not quiet…no. Quiet would have been mercy. What lay over the palace was the kind of stillness that comes before a storm, when the air itself holds its breath because it knows destruction is coming. And I could feel it too.

It's always said that there’s a silent calm before a storm. A wave of unsettling ease before the inevitable happens. A eerie stillness before havoc. Now is that moment. The nights to still and my dadas men are all chilling around playing cards, drinking and joking as if the worlds all roses and rainbows. They sit around and sleep as if they are home with their own families on some calm vacation where they have nothing to worry about other then what they will have for lunch the next day.

James sat beside me, stroking my arms, patting my hair gently. I closed my eyes. My body was here. But my heart was already planning its escape. Because this calm, this kindness, this warmth, it all felt like the quiet before a storm. And I knew, deep down, something worse was coming.

He just stared at me for a moment, then quietly said, "Hold onto me." Before I could even process what he meant, a firm lift under my knees sent me into his arms. The move instantly drew gasps and cheers from the guests. Amid the applause and floating petals, Melvin carried me straight to the center of the hall. I was still reeling from shock when I felt a steady hand supporting my forearm. Melvin whispered, "You can lean on me. If it really hurts, tell me. We can pause the ceremony for a moment. Your safety comes first."

The storm from last night had passed, the sky outside now a calm blue, and for a moment, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Had it been an omen? That terrifying storm? That horrifying dream? A warning that something was off? It wasn’t the first time I’d wondered if the universe was trying to tell me something I wasn’t ready to understand. Caleb's breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling beneath me in a quiet rhythm. He looked so peaceful, so unbothered by everything that had happened—by the tension between that still lingered, by whatever it was that had kept me up last night. It had been a long, emotional night, but right now, he looked calm to my storm.

"I don't think he was thinking straight." I stayed silent and forced down the emotions that had risen inside me. There was no shock or revelation but only a quiet peace. What Edward and I had was already buried. It was left in the past, and there was no turning back.

The tension and the silence was deafening and overwhelming, but they all did their best to keep their cool. Fear slowly crept through their ranks. The calm before the storm was always a peaceful yet ominous moment. After all, storms were violent events where the world's detritus would be washed away under streams of wind and rain. Their storm however, was made of lightning and metal. And every cadet felt that calm fear as it crept through them. It was something that swam around in between moments, in between breaths, and grew. It pervaded the soul, shook it, and brought it down to its knees.

AMY'S POV When people said the calm before the storm, I thought it was something of a cliché. I didn't realize how calm it usually got before the metaphoric storm. Because I was currently experiencing the storm. The days that led up to my delivery were calm. The maids were attentive, my husband was attentive. Mavin was sweeter than usual and kept asking to touch my bump. Of course, I obliged all the time. I was not a monster. Then, the storm came.

Ethan and Caleb breached the surface right behind us, their tactical weapons held high above the white foam, their expressions locked into masks of absolute, lethal iron. The tropical storm tore through the dark palm trees lining the coast, the freezing rain slashing violently against my bare skin. My emerald green silk dress was completely ruined, torn down the front from the impact, leaving my breasts and thighs entirely exposed to the elements. We scrambled onto the rocky beach, coughing up salt water, the adrenaline surging through my veins so violently it felt like a physical poison.

I didn't take his words for it when he told me, but everywhere has been calm, and there's no way in hell that Alpha Farrell found Gabriella and Alfredo still have his head. “Don't get happy too quickly,” Anya said through the mindlink. “I’ve got a feeling that this is the calm before the storm.” “Yeah right,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “There's no storm coming. If there's one thing, the storm already happened and this is the calm after the storm.” “But–”