One possibility could be 'Paul Clifford' by Edward Bulwer-Lytton. It's known for starting with that phrase.
Well, there are several novels that might start like that. But a notable one is 'The Black Arrow: A Tale of the Two Roses' by Robert Louis Stevenson. This opening line sets a mysterious and ominous tone for the story.
It's hard to be certain exactly which novel you have in mind. However, 'A Wrinkle in Time' by Madeleine L'Engle could potentially begin with that phrase. It often uses evocative language to draw readers in from the start.
There could be a mystery. Maybe a detective is called to an old mansion on a dark stormy night. He enters the spooky place and starts to search for clues about a strange disappearance. The storm outside adds to the eerie atmosphere, and every creak of the floorboards makes him jump. He finds a locked room and has to figure out how to get in. Inside, he discovers a diary that holds the key to the mystery.
In such a story, there might be a ship at sea. The dark and stormy night would create huge waves that threatened to capsize the ship. The crew would be fighting for their lives, trying to keep the ship afloat. Meanwhile, a stowaway on the ship might be revealed during the chaos. Or perhaps a wizard in his tower on a cliff. The storm's energy could be affecting his magic in strange ways, causing unexpected spells to be cast all around the area near his tower.
The atmosphere on a dark and stormy night is thick with a sense of mystery. The darkness seems to swallow everything, and the storm clouds block out the moon and stars. The wind is like a wild beast, howling and whipping through the air, making everything it touches shudder. The rain pelts down hard, creating a constant drumming sound that fills the ears. Lightning flashes suddenly, momentarily illuminating the world in a harsh, white light, and then plunging it back into darkness.
Once upon a dark stormy night, a lone traveler was making his way through a thick forest. The wind howled like a banshee, and the rain poured down in sheets. He was lost, his lantern barely cutting through the inky blackness. Suddenly, he heard a strange rustling in the bushes. His heart raced as he feared it might be a wild animal. But as he peered closer, he saw it was just a small, frightened rabbit seeking shelter from the storm. He felt a sense of kinship with the creature, both alone and at the mercy of the wild night.
It depends. There may not be a single, extremely well - known novel titled exactly like that in a very mainstream sense. But it could be a self - published or more niche novel that some people in certain literary circles might know about.
There could be power outages. The strong winds might knock down power lines, leaving the area in darkness. Also, animals might seek shelter in unexpected places. For example, a fox could hide under someone's porch.
On a dark stormy night, I was alone at home. The wind was howling like a wild beast outside, and the rain pounded against the windows. Suddenly, there was a loud crash. I thought it might be a tree falling. I huddled in the corner of the living room, feeling a bit scared. But then I remembered that I had my flashlight. I grabbed it and started to explore the house to make sure everything was okay.
One dark and stormy night, a young traveler was seeking shelter. He came across an abandoned inn. The door creaked open as he pushed it. Inside, it was dimly lit by a few flickering candles. He sat at a dusty table and noticed strange markings on the walls. As the storm raged outside, he heard strange noises coming from the upper floors. With a mix of fear and curiosity, he decided to explore. He climbed the rickety stairs and found an old diary that seemed to hold secrets of the inn's past.
On a dark and stormy night, I was alone in my old, creaky house. The wind howled like a wild beast outside, rattling the windows. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the desolate yard. I huddled under a blanket, listening to the rain pound on the roof. Every now and then, a branch would scrape against the side of the house, making me jump. It was a night filled with unease and a sense of foreboding.
Once upon a dark stormy night, I was all alone in an old, creaky house. The wind howled like a banshee outside. Suddenly, I saw a shadowy figure pass by the window. My heart raced as I heard strange noises coming from the attic. I slowly made my way up there, and in the dim light, I saw a ghostly apparition. It stared at me with its hollow eyes, and I froze in fear. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished, leaving me shaken.