Derek Storm Novels Novels & Stories

Oh…… Storm nodded and just followed her silently They darted through alleys and side streets, avoiding the prying eyes of the humans. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once although she still did not understand why they were sneaking around. Why would she need permission to go out, and who would even see her? The city was too busy. As they finally made their way out the dark street into a territory Tasha called the Packhouse, Storm was struck by the stark contrast to the wild forests she was used to. The packhouse was nestled in the heart of the city, surrounded by towering buildings and bustling streets.

Alexander's POV** The stark, empty corridors of the building echoed with my hurried footsteps. My mind whirred with strategic calculations as I made my way to Derek’s body. Every decision from here needed to be precise and meticulous—any slip-up could mean chaos for our already fragile peace. I reached the room and paused for a moment before entering. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, the metallic tang of blood immediately hitting my nostrils. Derek's lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading around him. Seeing him like this, despite knowing the circumstances, didn’t invoke any sorrow. Derek had been a cruel, ruthless wolf who thought he could take what

“Come on, Allora. Don't tell me you didn't find out. Derek looked at me, smiling. In the blink of an eye, the pieces fell into place. Derek was away all the time to work on his project where he couldn't be found. He left at the same time as Josh. During the full moon. Derek was the one who gave me that book. Nobody broke into my house. It was Derek all along. I remembered Clara talking about her regulars coming in to take their monthly pills. Derek must have been one of her regulars, which was why she couldn't tell us if there were any other new wolves in the area, which led Josh to suspect Caleb. When all the time... Derek was the black wolf: the powerful shifter who destroyed the place and

The last time you seemed a bit down Love you guys tons and can’t believe how much I miss you Hailstorm (and Hail drop) ________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM Lacy.Lace.Graham@Tomlinson.com _________________________________________________________ If it isn’t my favourite storm Truck-sized men… sounds interesting. You have to explain the next time we see you. We miss you here too, you don’t know how many times I just came barging into your old room and then I find out it’s new girl Sarah’s place. She has locked the place by now. We are counting down the days to next week and thanks for irritating Liam enough for lunch. We need a pr

This was a gift from the universe itself. Derek took a slow sip of his drink, the burn grounding him as his mind raced with possibilities. If Roman and Noelle were half-siblings, everything would crumble. Roman’s precious “love” would turn into something sick and forbidden. Noelle would be devastated. The family would be thrown into chaos. And he Derek would finally be the one standing on top. He dialed the unknown number, his voice low and calm when the person picked up. “It’s time to strike,” Derek said, a dark edge of satisfaction in his tone.

Now he resembled nothing more than a rogue wolf who had been living rough. Derek immediately fell to his knees on the concrete, his expensive suit now wrinkled and stained. "Sylvia, please!" he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "You have to forgive me! Emma deceived me, manipulated me into treating you that way!" Ethan's entire body tensed beside me, his protective instincts flaring as he shifted our son to one arm and moved to shield me with his body. "Please, take me back," Derek continued, completely ignoring Ethan's threatening presence. "I've lost everything—my pack, my territory, my status. You're the only one who can save me now."

With his head held high, Alfred retorted, "I know exactly what I'm doing. Let's get one thing straight. I've been fed up with you for ages. For three years, I've been asking for some legitimacy, but you've stubbornly refused, leaving me to be mocked as the gigolo. Who are you trying to fool with your so-called deep love? "You're fond of Nelson, right? Well, today, you're going to watch him get degraded." Alfred seized Jennifer by the hair, his smirk directed at me like a challenge. "Let's get this show on the road." I watched the men charge at me with a cool detachment. Then, suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside, and one by one, the attackers crumpled to the ground. Alfred's e

His pulse was still thrumming from the brief exchange, but something was clear now; this wasn’t some weakling or messenger sent to grovel. This was someone dangerous. Someone who knew how to fight. Derek took a step closer, nodding toward the bodies of the fallen rogues littering the ground. “Well,” Derek drawled, smirking. “You made quite a mess.” Conan didn’t move. “Who are you?” Derek tilted his head, amused. “Depends who’s asking.” “Someone who doesn’t like games.” Conan shot back Derek chuckled, taking another step forward. “Then you won’t like this conversation.” He nodded toward the fallen rogue wolves.

While we enjoyed our peaceful, free existence, chaos reigned in the Northern Territories where the Silvercrest Pack was in turmoil. Within six months, Derek had led his warriors on a rampage through pack after pack, regardless of whether they had been allies or enemies before. None were spared his wrath. Each time, he would beat the opposing Alpha to near death, then ask a single question: "Where are my Luna and daughter?"

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.