STORMDemons - Hayley Kiyoko is blasting off my speakers as I speed past cars on the highway. Singing along as I beat the steering wheel, wind in my hair as I come from a kill that left me freshly rejuvenated.It should worry me a great deal that the only thing that’s making me feel alive again is killing, but that thought only makes me laugh.I mean, who am I to deny who I am? Maybe it was destined for me to finally embrace this dark side of me without painting it to be a burden, like a means to an end to my purpose.I have no purpose now, other than to feel me again and love me.That’s a good purpose, I didn’t think I was all about self-love and all, I think to myself as I look at my blood-caked nails.I need to find a place to sleep in tonight, perhaps eat human food, cook of course, and sleep. Then tomorrow I do the same thing, I have a long list of people to unalive.I find a motel and check in, and I thank the gods for the showerhead, which has a fairly decent water pressure.I
STORM The bar around ends up being a biker's bar, with several bikers packed at the front. I shouldn’t, it's rowdy, and if I am guessing, when they see me alone some will try to hit on me taking me for a fragile little thing that has ended up where she isn’t supposed to. Even before I let that thought to sink in, I am already opening the door, the little bell at the top of the door chiming, and the whole bar goes quiet, all eyes turning towards me. I pause, taking it all in and all the people in. Burly men, tattoos covering their skins heavily, leather jackets and studs on some, a few girls on their laps, and they all look mean and menacing. I proceed to walk towards the tabletop counter where a woman bartender is watching me. everyone is watching me and after I sit down, when they realize I am not going away, they resume their talking. “what will you have?” she asks as she wipes a glass with the towel. “something that will make sure I have a good time tonight,” I reply as I hol
STORM Landon and I have been on the road for a week now and right now, we are on our way back home. It's so early, and I am quiet in my seat as I look outside the window as he drives. My whole life changed when I met them, and I cannot take it back, every single of them. I don’t regret any of it. I have decided to go home knowing that there is always going to be darkness in me, it's there to stay, and the best part of it is, I have found boys who want to join in on my darkness. They have shared theirs and invited me into theirs. It's my time to let them in and invite them on in mine. For great love, you must go through the pain. To have all that you desire, you must sacrifice. Pain and love go hand in hand, for you cannot love if you don’t feel the pain of it, it goes together. You cannot know what you have until you have lost it all. And that’s what I realized during my break. I did what I had to do, even went away for a minute from my love to know how true that statement was.
STORMI am running so fast the trees are blurring and my sharp focus is ahead, taking turns and leaping through the tree trumps and fallen trees. I hear a howl not so far behind me and then the obvious sounds of someone not so far behind me, catching up on me.“Got you!” a voice says from behind me and I feel hands brush on my shoulders but I duck, and swerve past the person laughing.“No, you don’t! Try to keep up!”And that’s when I hear the obvious ripping of muscles as he shifts and then I know the chase has just gotten so much better. He is playing dirty, but I can still prove to him I am not an easy catch or prey.With his now heightened senses and speed, I double up my speed, my inner wolf stretching ready to be let out but not just yet, so she helps me in my human form and I smile as I run wind in my hair, a carefree laugh echoing through the woods and an enormous grey wolf behind me, chasing me.I trip, and I see the ground coming in fast, so sure that with the spee
STORM I am close, I can feel it. I have been looking for them for more than 6 years, and now, I can feel them close by. I smirk as I watch the road, stretching for miles without any car in sight. The weather is perfect for hunting, foggy, cloudy and the trees are making the area even eerier. This is my perfect playground. I get out of the car when I see the headlights of the car I am waiting for. Looking at my wristwatch, I smile, they are right on time. Flexing my hands out, always come out and I roll my neck, feeling it pop as I stretch and then advance in the middle of the road. I know they can see me and they are probably wondering what a girl like me is doing on the road, as I have parked my car where they can’t see it. I stand in the middle of the road, the car tires screeching as they avoid hitting me. “Are you okay?!” I am about to be. A small smirk plays on my lips as my eyes scream blood thirst, and I pounce. *** One year. That’s all I have to do, to gain their t
STORMThey are not supposed to be this way. I wasn’t prepared for THEM! I look at my almond-shaped sparkling blue eyes framed with thick eyelashes in the rearview mirror. Then I fluff up my hair one more time, the thick tresses falling past my shoulders to the small of my back.I have always used my looks to gain upper hand, and mark the prey easily. One looks at me and they think I am a damsel in distress wanting to be saved, little do they know that I am the predator, a wolf in sheep’s skin.My gaze finds itself on the boys in the parking lot several feet away from where I am as they talk, together with the girls in their hands.Of course, those are their types. The first girl with my first boy is tall and slender, with long, blonde hair that falls in perfect waves down her back. She has bright blue eyes and a sharp, angular jawline. She is impeccably dressed, in designer clothing and accessories, and her sense of style is impeccable. She exudes an air of confidence and superi
COLE The air is different today, I can feel something in the air. Not to mention the shit we have been going through with the pack, my father’s handling my uncle’s death, who was the beta and in-house leader of his pack in Louisiana, then Landon’s family… shit! There is an imbalance that’s happening and I cannot just put my finger on it. It’s not helping that since I stepped foot in this school Sarah has been talking, I swear the girl cannot shut up. She is really cute when she rambles on but I cannot help but feel irritation, because my mind is going in circles, marking and revisiting anything I might have missed. Then she walks by. The world stills and I can feel the others as well become dead silent and watch her. She is smirking like she has a secret joke and then notices us looking and plasters the fakest nice smile like we can be fooled by it. I have never seen her before because if I had, she would be someone I would remember. After all, she would be right next to me all da
STORM The receptionist is cheery and talkative. She has asked me who my parents are, where I was studying before, all this before I have even been handed my timetable. After trying so much to try to make me talk and seeing it futile after giving her one-worded answers, she finally hands me over the class timetable and I bid her goodbye with a tight smile. I am walking looking at the sheet without really knowing where I am looking when I bump into something solid, hard, and tall that smells so good like rain, and freshly cut grass and I want to sniff and get lost in it. My bag slides across the floor the sheet getting torn and me falling on my butt. Hard. I look up, only to find piercing green eyes looking right back at me. And he is not smiling, nor apologizing for making me fall. Worse, he is not helping me stand up! “Watch where you are going,” he says this all while looking at me, a wicked smirk on his perfect pink lips. I part my lips to say something but nothing comes out,