Wither Storm Novels & Stories

He heard the echo of her anguished cry in his mind fading as she succumbed to his order. ** Many kilometers away from the cabin: The storm moved in slowly, blanketing the land in a peculiar, dreary drizzle. All day it blotted out any chance of sunshine and hid the mountain range in sheets of silvery rain and a shroud of thick fog. In an abandoned shack, three men huddled by the fire and tried to escape the water leaking through the cracks in the roof. Walter sipped at the scalding-hot coffee and stared uneasily out the window into the gathering dusk. "Unusual weather for this time of year." His eyes met the older man’s in a long, knowing stare.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

The sun had vanished and in it's place were now dark clouds that looked heavy with rain I looked down at my feet and gasped in horror when I saw that all the beautiful flowers and lush green grass had all wilted and died Oh no What happened to them? This wasn't a good sign at all Something was horribly wrong Another flash of lightning and thunder struck as a cold, violent wind began to blow and I shivered, wrapping my arms around my form Something was wrong Greyson I needed to find Greyson A storm was coming and he wasn't back yet Where was he?

The image of the two men begging for their lives before he had silenced them were still very fresh in my memory and the very fact that he even had a gun on him all the while made me shudder. Who was Lucas Storm? Why did he keep a gun with him? Who were the men that had attempted to kill him? Why did they make such a daring attempt at a public place? Tons of questions flooded through my mind and I knew that no matter what, I wouldn’t be able to answer as much as a single one of them. I did a quick sign of the cross and thanked mother Mary for giving me the courage to run away from him. He was too dangerous for me.

The King wrapped a blanket around them and they waited in silence. Within the hour, General Aengus returned alone. Lorcan and Niamh met with him in the Great Hall. He was covered in cold, drying mud, his horse exhausted, and his message bleak. "They disappeared in a sudden storm," Aengus began. "Tormil raised his hand, glowing blue, and suddenly the weather became cold, with rain pounding us from above. We had to pull up, and take shelter. As soon as the storm let up, I sent my warriors to the surrounding villages and beyond. We will find the traitorous council."

There was no way of getting to her. ‘POP! POP! BOOM!’ The explosion shattered the windows of all the other cars in the vicinity and also knocked us backwards onto the ground. “Ana!” I started screaming frantically, Toni was now holding me back, stopping me going towards the flaming car. “She’s gone,” Toni said through tears. I just didn’t want to believe him. Surely it wasn’t her driving. Maybe she had a decoy. I tried to keep hold of whatever hope I had left. I didn’t want to have to bury her before our wedding. I couldn’t control the tears that were falling. I remained on my knees as the fire brigade put out the fire.

Visibility plummeted to near zero, and even Tristan's acute wolf senses struggled to penetrate the veil. The storm's fury intensified, and a flash flood swept through the valley, washing away tracks and scents. Tristan adapted, drawing upon his knowledge of the terrain and wolf behavior to navigate the chaos. Just when it seemed impossible to continue, a faint howl pierced the storm's cacophony. Tristan's heart racing, he followed the cry, his wolf instincts guiding him through the tempest.

The wolf snarled in defiance, its presence surging in my mind, but I held firm. The storm lashed out one final time, a bolt of lightning splitting the sky. I didn’t back down. I bent it to my will. The black cloud writhed and twisted, its energy coiling like a serpent. But I didn’t let go. "You’re mine now," I said, my voice low and dangerous. The storm screamed, its winds dying down to a whisper. The rain slowed, then stopped. The dark clouds began to dissipate, fading into nothingness.

My stance shifted, muscles tensing as I prepared for a battle that was inevitable now. Thunder rumbled threateningly from the blackened sky above, mirroring Boris' raw anger. The winds howled with a tangible wrath as they whipped through the trees, their branches rustling like whispers of forewarning against the oppressive storm. I was in the eye of not just one, but two storms—the tempestuous skies and Boris.

She staggered out of the hall. Outside, heavy rain poured. She walked into it without noticing it. The cold raindrops hit her face and ran down like tears. But she could not shed a single one. She did not know where she was going. She wandered through the streets without direction. A car stopped beside her. The window rolled down. Marcus’ cold, sharp face appeared. “Get in.” Yara did not answer. She dragged her heavy body through the rain. Marcus frowned and said more firmly, “Get in.”