Stormвђ™s Bride By Terri Cannon May 2026

She was the storm's bride, a title bestowed upon her by the ancient magic that coursed through these rugged lands. Legend had it that the storm's bride would be chosen by the tempests themselves, a woman with a heart as wild and unpredictable as the weather.

The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her off the cliff. Kaelin opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the figure standing at the edge of the forest. Eryndor. He was watching her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon

As the first drops began to fall, Kaelin closed her eyes, feeling the cool kiss of the rain on her skin. It was a sensation she'd grown accustomed to over the years, a reminder of the power that lay within her. Her people believed that on stormy nights like this, she could communicate with the elemental forces that shaped their world. She was the storm's bride, a title bestowed