The Final Storm Book Novels & Stories

This is the second in the insanity Series dealing with the Watson's and the two characters of Max and Deanna. The third will be released in November of 2020. The name of it is Breaking the eye wall. It continues shortly after where Weathering the storm leaves off. A tie in series will be released in December called "The nightmare begins." This story though fictionalized did happen in the US in late 2019. The charaters will be along or the journey in Breaking the eye wall but they will have their own series called "Nightmare". This is the first book in that series.

Lately, Chloe Dunham has been posting photos on social media of late-night meals sent by an anonymous admirer. She was the only single one in our trio of best friends, so I was always the first to like her posts. But whenever I saw the hand-drawn doodles on the meal boxes, I couldn't shake the feeling that they looked exactly like the work of my boyfriend, Jacob Aniston. Chloe once flicked me on the forehead and teased me. "You jealous little thing. Don't go making up stories. The three of us have been friends since we were kids. If Jacob and I were ever going to fall for each other, we'd have gotten together ages ago." I rubbed my forehead and laughed, then let the matter go. That was

Chapter 110 – Storm Academy, Utah **September 4, 2032 – Late afternoon, East Wing Dorm Commons, Storm Academy** The East Wing commons is bathed in the golden slant of late-summer mountain light pouring through tall arched windows. The space feels alive—exposed stone walls etched with faint storm runes that glow softly when the wind picks up outside, mismatched couches dragged into a loose circle, a low table scattered with half-empty mugs of tea, spell textbooks, and a deck of tarot cards someone left mid-reading.

“I understand the terms.” Kael’s hand rested briefly at the small of my back, a quiet signal. Draven opened the study door. We left the room without further discussion. The hallway felt longer than it had on the way in. Outside, the sky was beginning to lighten. Dawn had arrived without the explosion Varek had arranged for it. We drove back to the apartment in silence. The city looked ordinary under the early light. Delivery trucks. People walking to early shifts. No one on the sidewalk knew what had almost been released while they slept.

I didn't know what was wrong with him. We left the office and walked down the stairs together, Storm was lounging on the couch in a tank top and shorts, reading a novel, I took a closer look at the book and realized it was an erotica. She seemed so engrossed in the book, biting her lips as her eyes skimmed through the pages. I cleared my throat and she jumped in shock. Her cheeks turned rosy and she quickly shut the book. "C… Caleb, h…hi. I didn't know you were here. " She rubbed the back of her neck, blushing furiously.

All I cared about was books. "I smell him!" Storm suddenly screamed happily. "Smell what? Food? Can you stop being annoyingly unserious?" I yelled at her, as she kept disturbing my reading. "I'm serious! I smell our mate!" she exclaimed, this time with a sense of urgency. Storm pressured me to walk towards the direction she indicated, and though I tried to resist, I eventually gave in and reluctantly left my table, walking towards her chosen path. "He's over there!" she whispered.

A sound so raw it tore straight through both of us. We ran. Storm sat upright in his bed, clutching his chest, eyes rolled white — not glowing softly like they did when the Goddess whispered — but blazing. Outside, the snowstorm intensified, ice crusting across the windows like claws. “Storm!” I dropped to my knees beside him. “Baby, look at me. Look at Mama.” He shook violently. “Bad man… bacckk…!”

As their encounter ignites a flame that neither can extinguish, they both realize that the storm outside was nothing compared to the fire they’ve just unleashed within themselves. Marcel’s P.O.V. The rain pounded against the windows of the book store violently, the kind of storm that drowned the city in silver sheets and made the world outside feel distant, insignificant. The shop was empty, save for the scent of old paper and ink swirling in the warm air. And her.

Amelia Storm is the character of my book- Ex-wife. ____________________________________ Alright first of all for the people who have a problem with this ending. Kindly remember I said many times to read the tags. The tags clearly say ‘regret, redemption and forgiveness’ which meant this was meant to happen. I always liked happy endings I am not a fan of sad or tragic endings so yeah.

“It’s a wise choice. You’ve been given chances to make things right, and if this is her way of moving on, perhaps it’s time you do the same.” For a moment, the two sat in silence, the morning sun casting long shadows over the villa’s gardens. A sense of finality settled over Storm, one that felt heavier than any he’d known before. This wasn’t just a setback—it was the closing of a chapter he hadn’t been prepared to end.