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The Storm That Claimed Me

TSTCM Updates: Tuesdays + Thursdays @9AM If you’d like to read ahead, unlock bonus scenes, or help me bring this series to life chapter by chapter, you can now support The Stormborne Saga on Patreon. Let’s make this series self-published — together. Every generation, the storm chooses a bride. Amarin of Shellmere was born beneath a sky that cracked open the night she arrived—marked by lightning, cursed by fate. On her twenty-first birthday, she will be taken to the sky-bound palace of the Stormlord, a god-king who once carved out his own heart to calm the wrath of the heavens. For one year, she must soothe his grief. Bind him with love. Keep the world from drowning beneath his sorrow. But the Stormlord is not a man—he is weather. Fleeting. Untouchable. And though he remembers every bride he’s ever claimed, he no longer feels a single one. Amarin is meant to be another name in a cycle of queens turned ghosts. Yet, something ancient stirs beneath the storm. Something that remembers her. And as forgotten truths rise and immortal bonds fray, Amarin will face a choice: surrender her soul to the sky, or shatter the fate that chained her to it. A fierce and lyrical romantic fantasy about sacrifice, memory, and a love cursed to break the world or save it. Content Warning: Disclaimer Alert This chapter contains scenes of sexual intimacy intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. If you prefer to skip this content, you may choose to move to the next page breaker, just further below in the chapter, without losing the core plot. M.G. Loretail. All rights reserved. This work, The Storm That Claimed Me, including all characters, world-building, mythology, and original content, is a work of fiction created by the author. Any similarities to real persons (living or dead), places, events, or other literary works are purely coincidental.
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Prey Amongst Predators

On the brink of death, Sol had expected nothing more than eternal peace from his lifelong suffering. But instead, fate dealt him an unexpected hand. The Melvires, a renowned family, rescued him that night, and his fate was rewritten. A man who called himself his father, along with the four sons who bore no resemblance to him, offered a life so far removed from his own, it felt like fiction. Ever since then, he had done everything in his power to make himself worthy of the life they gave him. Yet even as the years passed, some truths remained hard to ignore. The Melvires carried themselves with an elegance that seemed inborn, an air of distinction no effort could replicate. No matter how hard he tried, Sol always felt like an outsider trailing behind them–grateful, but never equal. Nevertheless, he dedicated himself to their service, believing loyalty was the least he could offer in return. But everything shattered the night he turned twenty when the veil was lifted. The Melvires finally revealed the sharp claws hidden behind their velvet gloves. Sol was nothing more than a sacrifice. The crown of their design. He fought hard to escape their reign of terror, but the more he resisted, the steeper the slope became. Every path forward was walled in inevitability. His spirit waned beneath the weight of isolation and betrayal, until all that remained was resignation. Perhaps this was simply the closing of a circle. If his life was the price for everything he had been given, then so be it. He opened his arms, ready to embrace death again, just as he had all those years ago. But what was with their sudden change in attitude? Why, after all the pain they had inflicted, did they now seem… wounded?
Myrim · 1.8k Views