Thunderstorm Stories

"She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings." -Atticus In which a perfect bodyguard is a girl with strange wings. When Dumbledore assigned Emerald Grey to protect Harry Potter from the infamous Voldemort, she had no choice to obey his orders, if she wanted a chance of freedom. A secret from an early age, she was born to a powerful family, and was loved until her mother's obsession changed her life. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

After the battle with Retakka, Boboiboy thought peace had finally returned. But when a sudden portal tears him away from home, he awakens in a world where nothing is familiar and nothing feels safe. Here, strangers with powers like his stare at him with hatred, calling him weak, traitorous, and unworthy. Even TAPOPS, once his place of belonging, now feels foreign and threatening. For the first time, Boboiboy questions everything-his strength, his choices, even whether he is truly a hero anymore. Yet among the shadows, powerful figures step forward, claiming him as one of their own. Their words are filled with warmth, yet their eyes burn with fury. They promise him family... but at what cost? Trapped between two worlds, Boboiboy must decide who he really is. A hero? A villain? Or something else entirely.

"They said he was the Elemental Hero. But without power... what is he now?" After a devastating failure, BoBoiBoy finds himself stripped of his elemental abilities, left with nothing but a name-one that the galaxy still expects to save them. Strange beings begin to emerge from the echoes of his lost powers, each one different... unfamiliar... watching him. Whispers of rebellion stir across the stars. Old allies grow distant. Enemies twist the truth, and when tragedy strikes, BoBoiBoy begins to wonder if he was ever worthy of the title he bore-or if he was simply a boy caught in a storm too big for him to survive. As the line between friend and threat blurs, one truth remains: Something is coming. And the question isn't if he'll face it alone-It's who will choose to stand with him when it arrives.

SoTotallyLittlewood/Tobyn one shots / drabbles. Status: ongoing with slow updates.

Several heroes shall answer the call, To stop the end and prevent the fall. Dozens of months hence the end of winter, Till the end of bloodshed and the ashes of cinder.

Happy Birth Smokey!! Lil Merome was requested Summary: The great and amazing Bajan isn't afraid of anything like his scaredy Bac is. Except tables turned. (Feelsy then fluffy)

a poet's late night sentiments and its yearning pen Poetry and Prose Collection

Severe weather arrives unusually early, and the sleepover people do storm chasing! There is also chaos breaking as a tornado warning is issued for the area (see picture above).

Rain is the pen name of a famous shoujo manga artist, Noeul Nuttarat. His friends are his editor in charge and childhood friend, Boss Chaikamon, as well as his chief assistant and friend from middle school, Sunny Wannarat. One day, Noeul witnesses Boss and Sunny kissing. Noeul doesn't know what to do when the balanced relationship between the trio begins to waver. Additionally, he is forced to realize Boss' true feelings...? "-Even if it takes a while, I want to get closer to you Noeul." 🌪🌧🌪🌧🌪🌧🌪🌧🌪🌧🌪🌧🌪🌧 This story is not mine. I just want a BossNoeul version of it. The original title of this story is 'Sekaiichi Hatsukoi: Yoshino Chiaki Baai'.

An old woman reminisces old memories of her lover, Annie.

Word Count: 1750. ~~~ Mister Dean Lost, Disaster has struck. As the circle of life has repeatedly shown us, death follows life follows death. The dial has fallen back on death, but life is taking too long to show, and I'm afraid the train may hit me before we reach the light at the tunnel's end. So, I decided to write to you, as you are the only one who has yet to call me hysterical. For the longest time, I had no idea the danger. In a sort of matrix, I was protected; or, so I thought. I was never scared of thunderstorms, but the constant rain and clouds became a nuisance to my weekly summer football games. If I had stayed inside the whole time, I wouldn't have had a life. So, one night, I did go. I went to the field and subjected myself to the electric jabs of God's staff, conveniently uncovering the truth in the process: all in a dream! While thunder clapped and lightning circled round like stage lights, I slept still, and so I think perhaps somebody was very adamant I see this vision. For what reason, I haven't got a clue, other than that they may have needed my hand. And hence, I cannot take the credit. If I have learned anything, it is that I'm no more than a drop of maple syrup in this country, and in this world. Tiny, slow, everchanging, and I can't help but get stuck to things; even you, though you still insist I'm sweet. In this package, I have enclosed my final twelve poems; one for each clock hour. Do what you please with them, but if you sell any to the newspaper do not credit me. Not solely, because though I played the scribe, I am no author. It's a collection about all the good and bad bugs the rain brings out, written by my hand in accordance with the Actress, the Horse, the Castle, the Waitress, and others I met along the way. If I'm lucky, I'll see them again soon -- and maybe you, too. Your devoted sister, Rossy Lost ~~~ Last-Minute Warning! Could irk astraphobes.

Mah favourite other ship FangHali just leave somw Q and A for them

Domestic violence

(This might be the first story I'd ever written.... I hope you guys like it -w- ) (I might rewrite it in the future sometime)

Short fic ngược về AllBoi

There was nothing else left in the universe except for nature itself to take its course. The planet had been murdered, tortured and treated ill by humanity and now it is time for nature to react. Stuck in between pain and grief, Jax found himself running for three months to an unknown direction. He lost his career, his sister and everything in his life. Accompanied by a strong body, knives and proper attire, will he make his way out alive of the merciless torments?

The boy with a white strand of hair. He was different than normal kids his age. He was gifted with powers from a power watch. His name was known throughout the galaxy. Good and bad know what he is capable of. Nonetheless, he was my first love, my everything. He made me feel like who I really wanna be. His warmth, his way of showing love carved his name in my heart. Even it feels magical, things have to come to an end. And our relationship will end up the same. ||⚡️⚡️⚡️|| ⳽եმɾե: 29/9/2019 ᖇꤕⱎɾ౹եꤕ: 12/11/2020 ᖴ౹ᥒ౹⳽ꛖ:

This is what survival sounds like: thunder, fire, and grace.

Cam Alison survive being trapped in a room during a storm with her old Crush? or will things take a turn and they never see each other again. "I've been longing for your touch. I've dreamt of this moment for so long, I never thought it would ever come true. Take me" She whispered. He didn't hesitate. Taking her in his arms and ravishing her all night long. Authors note: ** no hate this is my first story and I'm learning. **