Derek Storm Novels Novels & Stories

Derek slid next to him on the open patch of ground filled snow, laying down and staring at the sky as Leonidas said, "I thought everyone was sleeping." "Aye, but ah had tae see me Evangeline" Derek said with a wink as he pointed at a particularly bright star, confusing Leonidas more but the male decided not to push. "Whit is yer own story?" Derek suddenly asked. He will not stop talking. "I do not know what you are talking about." "Well, fae wan, ye are nae really frae Vocis eius." Derek said, "Because it dinnae exist an' ye seem to hae this locked up grief in ye. Kept seeing it in yer eyes when ye kept looking into the flame."

I appreciate the reads and support so much. If you loved Derek and Anna's story you will love Mia and Derek's story in the sequel. I love you all and am thankful for all the reads and ongoing support. It means the world to me. The name Derek is his grandfather's name Derek from the first book I Never Wanted You, My Mate. His father is Levi and mother Abigail if that helps clear up some things. I appreciate the support so much. I Never Wanted You, My Mate would not be this far without all of you. Please continue to support me as I add more in this writing adventure. Book 3 in the series is being written so be on the look out August 1st

I am not sure if I should even say something I want to avoid offending him. As we all set the table and drink our coffee, it's quiet. Not absolutely sure if anybody really knows what to say. I want to tell Landon that it was not my fault. I then start to wonder if Sam and I weren't together. Maybe I could have protected Jayden from all of this. No, this is not my fault his territory should have been protected by his guards. Something isn't right. Landon looks at Dean "there is a pack meeting this morning. I want to understand how rouges are getting into our territory without being noticed."

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is entered in the "A Touch of Rainbow" writing contest especially created for stories about LGBTQ+. Thank you for supporting queer creations. Other stories by me: Book 1: How to Destroy a Badboy Book 2: The Emancipation of a Badboy

Pls comment. The main question is still.... Will Derek make it.

The Wind Winder pack was already under their control. "Are you ready to rumble then?" he teased Derek, who nodded, feeling his wolf at the brink of his skin. * Happy new week Lovelies! Are you guys ready to rumble?? Lol Cheer me up with a review on this book....

Now I know why and how Stormy's caffeine obsession came about. Storms hometown is much more relaxing than I thought it'd be. There's not even much bar here. I thought I'd have to worry about seeing some stray drunks on the road or some guys fighting by the corner. When Storm told me how her dad used to trash into their house after hours of having liquors at local bars, I figured there'd be more people like him in this neighbourhood. Davisville neighbourhood.

Lewis started. Derek didn’t look at him. “So…” Lewis repeated. “Say whatever you want to say,” Derek said without looking at him. “Your business. What is it about?” Lewis asked. Derek stopped walking. “Are you sure you want to know?” He asked. “Sure,” Lewis answered. “I sell guns,” Derek said calmly. Lewis froze. “What?” “Illegal ones,” Derek added. Lewis’s eyes widened, and his heart skipped. “Illegal guns? Are you for real?”

Chapter 68: She's Still His Luna The soft hum of the manor was punctuated by the occasional chatter of pack members passing through the halls. Derek stood near the window of his office, sipping a cup of strong coffee as his eyes lingered on the pack grounds below. His mind was restless, caught between the looming rogue threat and Kael’s unsettling presence. A knock on the door pulled him from his tnoughts. “It’s open,” Derek said without turning around.

* I reached for him through our bond, and immediately wished I hadn't. His mind was chaos. Pure, overwhelming chaos. I felt his terror as his body refused to hold together, his wolf howling as it merged with something alien, his human consciousness drowning in sensations that had no names. But underneath it all, threaded through the madness, was something new. Phoenix fire, but wrong. Storm-touched. Lightning-born. "He's becoming a Storm Phoenix," the ancient phoenix materialized beside us, her star-eyes reflecting Derek's fractured form. "This has never happened. Cannot happen. The species are incompatible."