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Before the Stormlord ruled the skies, he was just a man––flawed, mortal, aching with ambition.
Velasyr Caelthorn was born to a crown he could never claim, chained by bloodlines and the weight of what he was not. He wanted power––not to destroy, but to protect. To become more than the spare prince. More than the boy who loved too deeply, too recklessly.
He never meant to fall for her––a commoner with wildfire in her spirit and salt on her skin. She was everything the court despised. Everything he would give up a throne for.
But love is not always enough.
And power never comes without a price.
In the storm's eye, where gods listen and promises burn, Velasyr will be remade––heart, soul, and storm. But even immortality cannot mend what breaks in the ascent.
This is not the story of how he fell in love.
It's the story of how he lost it-and what the storm took in return.
Content Warning:
This story contains emotionally intense themes, including grief, desire, power, and sacrifice. It is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy character-driven fantasy, slow-burn romance, and mythic tragedy. Discretion is advised.
M.G. Loretail. All rights reserved. This work, The Storm That Made 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.