Wither Storm Novels & Stories

Then I turned and walked into the trees. Dark clouds hung low overhead. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and I silently prayed the storm would hold off. Rain would only make the journey harder. The first stretch of the forest was strangely quiet, except for the low laughter of the guards following behind me. “Poor thing,” one of them muttered. “She’s never coming back, is she?” “I bet she won’t,” another replied. “They just want her gone. No Alpha wants his triplet sons mated to an Omega.”

The clouds grumbled in anger, another strike of lightening followed one strike, one thunder rolled after the other, and finally, the cloud trembled in anger and broke down. Galleons of cold water shower from the sky. Stabbing everything within its touch. The warm ground was now bathed with cold water. The scent of wet soil flew in the air. The harsh wind changed the direction of the rain constantly. It was a storm, indeed. Inside the house, the atmosphere was completely different. The two wolfs were hugging each other tightly, their lips caressing the others lovingly. The storm outside did not bother them as they were too drowned in each other even to notice.

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

Thunder roared in the distance as a furious flash of lightning streaked across the sky seconds before the heavens above opened, releasing a torrential downpour. Caught in the eye of the storm, the four witches had nowhere to run, so they had no choice but to stay put and wait it out as they clung to each other. The icy shards spilling from the dark clouds pregnant with rain thinned gradually until they were nothing more than a tired humid mist. The few trees, miraculously still rooted to the ground, moaned and swayed against the roaring wind as it simmered down. Slowly, like the gentle hands of a lover seducing his beloved, the sun's rays peeked through the clearing sky.

She snatched it from his hand and began to read. “Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine w

Amelia and Gabriel faced each other across the churning water, their defiance a vivid, living presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The storm was a relentless force, a sharp, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The waves crashed against the hulls, a bright, living presence that added urgency to the confrontation. The two leaders stood tall, their presence a fierce, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown.

Moments later I feel the headphones placed over my ears and the deafening sound of the storm is muffled. Raven I'm worried about Anita. She not only went to see Joe but there's a current storm going on outside and I'm the only one known to calm her down. Amelia is scared asking for her mother while clinging to my right side. Anita is the only one who can calm her during a storm, even if Anita is scared of them herself.

All the furniture in what was our living room had been swept away, and the house was bare. In the next second, the scenery outside the window caught his eye. His pupils constricted as he plodded forward step by step. After the storm was clear skies, now a kind, pale blue. The world was bright, with faint traces of a rainbow lingering in the distance. He reached his hand forward, but it met no resistance. He advanced further forward until one foot was hanging over the void. It was then that it dawned on him that there should have been a window there.

They will soon grow old and more of that phase and become the men they are meant to be. I am a blessed man. My family is everything to me, and I love them wholeheartedly. Stormee Adalwulf came into my life like a raging storm. Being my mate was not easy for her. She had to overcome elven traditions, adjust, adapt, and surpass every obstacle. Everything around her was meant to break her, but she—she is power and strength—instead, she broke everything and rebuilt it. She is the storm and the calm, a hurricane, and an eye. She is everything this realm needs and more.

The sound of the shower turning on filled the silence of the room. And just like that, her anger vanished. The storm of frustration inside her dissipated. The moment he conceded, her mood shifted. What was happening to her? * * * Despite their earlier clash, and even in the absence of Althea Montemayor, Cayson and Rome still ended up sitting down together for dinner. Neither of them spoke a word. The silence between them was heavy, but neither made a move to break it.