Storm Spell の小説・ストーリー

"A signal. moving North-North-West. Speed... 400 knots." "400 knots?" Ben Carter adjusted his glasses, leaning over the seat. "That's subsonic aircraft speed. Is it a plane?" "No," Haley said, zooming in on the satellite overlay. "Look at the weather patterns." The map showed a massive, swirling vortex of clouds moving across the polar sea. It was a red, angry bruise on the meteorological scan. "It's a Storm Point," Haley whispered. "A Class-6 hyper-hurricane. But it's... stable. The eye isn't collapsing. It's artificial."

she said. “You said that like 30 minutes ago!” I yelled, sounding a little frustrated. Valerie turned to me and yelled, "I'm trying my best, okay? I didn't expect the storm to be this big. It usually isn't stormy here this time of the year." “Oh yeah? Now we're going to die out here in the cold, and no one's ever going to find us,” I yelled back.

Lightning Storm, however, cracks his knuckles as he steps forward. “For the record,” Storm starts, laughing and pointing at us. “I have unfinished business with every single one of you.” Raising both his arms, lights start to gather in them. Before long, lightning bolts start to shoot out, hitting everything. Parts of the street and buildings’ walls are hit, exploding into dust. Dozens and dozens of bolts fly past or toward us. With QuickShot on me, I can’t move fast. I see one bolt heading right for the two of us.

The least I could do was make her a special breakfast, I say breakfast, it’s now 12:30 in the afternoon and I dare say after how much she drank last night she may vomit at even just the smell of food. Last night we had a small get together with friends and family as a farewell party for Carrie, she insisted she didn’t want any fuss but I knew she appreciated everyone coming to give their well wishes. Carrie and I took full advantage of the party and drank more than our weight in spirits, as for entertainment, well I reckon we scared most of the guests away with our rendition of Celine Dion’s ‘It’s all coming back to me’. I never thought she would go ahead with the whole moving to New York id

Storm chuckled, “I did. She wanted to be kept in the loop at all fucking times. She’s probably sending the calvary, since I haven’t been able to reach her.” I stopped, looking over at Storm in shock. Was Leia in danger? Why was he so calm about it? Why couldn’t he reach my mate? What was happening? “Why not?” “The bullets... and the wolfsbane..." Storm explained, raising his eyebrow at me, and I took a breath of relief. “So you’re not the calvary?” I joked, trying not to show Storm how scared I had been. This damn drug was still messing with my head.

I take a deep breath through my nose, stretch out to my full length and turn to him with my arms crossed over my chest. “I did not mean to be late! I did not mean to ruin my phone! I did not-” I don’t get a chance to say anything more. Mr. Storm’s strong arms grab me, turn me around and lead me up to the couch where he violently pulls my skirt off. “Hey! Stop!” I yell at him.

he said, more statement than question. She hesitated. Pride flared, then faltered. Exhaustion won. “Yes.” Rain began to fall in soft, tentative drops. Miguel exhaled, once. “You can’t stay out here,” he said. “Not with the storm coming.” Their eyes met then—hers wary but steady, his unreadable, intent. Neither of them knew it yet, but the road behind them had already closed.

"Please don't leave me here. I'm afraid of the dark." His gaze was icy. "What about Sandra? When you wrote the message, did it ever cross your mind that she might be scared too?" Emma momentarily zoned out, lost in the memory of a thunderstorm years ago. The power went out, and she curled up in the corner, shaking in fear. Wesley filled the house with candlelight, wrapped her in his arms, and gently rubbed her back. "Don't be scared, Em. I'm right here." But that same man was the one shoving her into a living nightmare now.