Derek Storm Novels Novels & Stories

Though the first book does not have Max and Deanna i will tie in to the insanity series with the second book which i will begin writing in early 2021. Thank you for coming along on this journey and don;t forget to check out the other books in the Series. Across the Desk Weathering the Storm And Breaking the Eye Wall....

The power had gone out an hour ago, leaving them with only the glow of the fireplace and a few candles. “Here,” Derek said, handing her a glass as he sat on the other end of the couch. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a glimpse of muscular chest. “This’ll warm you up.” Emma took a sip, the burn sliding down her throat. “Thanks. I didn’t think the storm would be this bad.” “Forecast said it might knock out power all night.” His voice was low. He stared into the fire, jaw tight. The tension between them had been building for days, stolen glances, accidental touches, long silences loaded with everything they refused to say.

Father and son took seats at a table to my left. My heart was still doing a weird painful flip-flop over Jacob when the door opened again. This time, it was Derek. My mouth went dry. He looked… hollow. Thinner and weaker with his usual swagger completely gone. But he was clean and dressed neatly. And right behind him with a smirk that made my blood run cold was Gerald Stormclaw. The bastard! He looked right at me and his smirk widened like he’d just won a prize. Derek’s eyes found mine. They were pleading, full of something I didn’t want to understand as he started moving toward the empty chair next to me.

He listened for a second, nodded flatly and ended the call. I leaned my head against the cold glass window. "You planned this, didn't you?" Derek tilted his head toward me, and I turned to look right back at him. The rain was dripping heavily off his dark hair, framing his sharp jawline. It was a frustratingly striking sight, but I forced the thought out of my head. I was too angry to be thinking about how good he looked. "Why would I want us to be stranded out here, Gabe?" Derek asked, his voice low but defensive. "Your anger is clearly blocking your sense of judgment."

He had said ‘Derek. I felt something go very cold and very clear inside my chest, because a man does not break down the door of a house at 9:47 on a Tuesday and know the name of the man on the floor by accident. A man who has been a ghost for seventeen kills and counting does not arrive by accident. He arrives the way weather arrives because the conditions have been building for a long time, and tonight, finally, the storm had found the house. He had not come for me.

Derek's pov There are very few things in my life that don’t make sense, mostly because I don’t allow them to, and yet somehow Lena Carter has managed to exist in a space that refuses to stay organized, like every time I think I’ve figured her out she does something that doesn’t fit, and now I’m standing outside the library longer than necessary pretending I’m here for something else when I already know exactly why I haven’t walked away. She’s sitting at the far end, exactly where she always is, surrounded by books she probably doesn’t need, her head slightly tilted as she reads, one hand resting against the page like she’s holding it in place even though there’s no reason to, and there’s som

Derek swallowed hard, guilt and longing tangling inside him. “You helped me through the darkest parts of my life,” she continued, her eyes holding his steadily. “Let me pay that back now. Tell me what’s wrong.” He drew in a long breath. For a moment, he wanted to tell her everything—about Aurelia, about the mate bond he couldn’t claim, about the war inside me. But he couldn’t. Not with her. Not when it wasn’t fair. So he told her the part he could. “There’s a dispute,” Derek said finally. “Over the uncharted lands. Between my pack and… Draven’s.”

Derek muttered, chest heaving, his fist clenched so tight his nails dug into his skin. His red eyes locked onto Knox like a predator that just missed its prey. “Relax, Alpha Derek,” Knox said, rolling his shoulders lazily. “People are watching. Be the strong Alpha you claim to be.” “You’re dead.” “A ghost can’t die, right?” Knox smirked. “But we’ll see.” Derek tightened his grip on the bag—the one holding Lena’s things. “That’s not why we’re here, Alpha Derek,” Knox continued. “We came for coffee… and for that.” He gestured toward the bag.

“Yes, Father.” Derek snarled quietly in annoyance—he couldn’t go either. His head would be on a pike before he crossed the border. But he could wait not wait, knowing Soon enough they would have Syzar trapped in their mercy. And Soon enough he would be dead, Before he could even smell the betrayal from within his own court. That thought alone made Derek smirk with victory. He couldn’t wait for the banquet, he would wait in shadows till it’s time to attack. Little did they know what was waiting for them.

"You have no right to read them!" But Derek kept reading, his eyes getting wider with each word. The smile on his face grew more wicked and dangerous. "Well, well, well," Derek said, his voice like silk over steel. "So YOU'RE the mystery writer everyone's been going crazy over." My blood turned to ice. "The one who writes those incredibly detailed stories about guys' bodies," Derek continued, reading more. "About touching them, kissing them, wanting them..." "Stop!" I begged, my face burning with shame. "Please stop reading!"