Evil Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

Neither was their language. “So how old are you?” Storm asked, with lipstick smeared along his mouth. “Dad, your face…” Nivia said, much to her mother’s amusement. He wiped his face with the back of his shirt, “how fucking old are you, Rutherford, is it?” “Alpha Rutherford Dashwood.” “Oh, it’s Asswood!” Storm suddenly said, winking at his daughter. “This dude… The man you’ve been having all those videocalls with! The Moon Goddess has a sense of fucking humor.” Then his death glare went back on me, “so? Age?”

No time to think Storm pushed through and was in the middle of everything after bellowing for them all to stop. She grabbed this imposter and asked where Loclyn was. Oh no, is Loclyn missing or hurt or fuck is he dead. I felt the pain in my chest at the thoughts while it was hurt. It wasn't devastation.he must be alive somewhere than or I’d feel more than what I am. Storm chanted as she was glowing and just like that the Lycan changed colour and was gasping for air, he was offered what smelt like whiskey by the vampire that yelled at Jax.

“If they’re coming for anything, Kael, it’s him.” Kael didn’t argue. They both knew it was true. Storm wasn’t an ordinary child. He’d been born beneath the Hollow’s light, when the gate flared open for the last time. The night of his birth, the world had held its breath, and something in the deep had answered. Later, when the others had gone to their posts, Kael stood beside the cot near the fire. Storm slept, bundled in wool and the scent of rosemary from Lira’s herbs. His small chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm.

He signs off with SyR. Valerie Storm: Natural red head. blue eye. Silas's fledgling. She was drunk when turned and woke up with her memory blank of the night before- luckily she remembered and took it easier than most would. Due to being Silas's fledgling she has a deep bond with him and shares his hatred and other feelings towards others. She especially picks up on his feelings about Lyle rather easily. Her ability to pick up on Silas's emotions was a power given to her due to her circumstances of being drunk while turned. Her emotions will always be unbalanced due to Silas's emotions around her. Her nickname is Stormy/Story.

“You started it, River… gambling with my life. I can't continue without a child. I don’t care how far I have to go or how many strings I get to pull before I get to fill you up with my seed.” His grip tightened on my wrist, his breathing coming out rugged, face red and pulsing with anger — anger that I didn’t want his shitty proposal? What was going on in this man’s head? “There are other women out there,” my voice softened, my head tilted slightly. “What we had was just a fling. I am not ready to be a mother, Mr. Storm.” “My body craves only you. I don’t want you to be its mother either — I just need the child.” Like a commodity that he could buy with money. “And I am not ready for a baby M

“Boss man doesn’t want YOU. He wants the pretty boy.” “But it was MY debt,” Storm said. “This isn’t right. Take ME!” Adrian moaned then, a stupid smile on his face. “What the fuck’s wrong with him?” one of the men asked. “He’s high,” Storm said. “Hooked on Milkweed. See? He’s useless. Take me instead. I’m strong and healthy. I’ll be a good sex slave.”

I wanted nothing to do with any of them. Storm growled. His aura was so strong, and he looked fucking scary. He stalked towards his father. He looked like he wanted him fucking dead. I hoped he would fucking kill Alpha Lex. Maybe that would solve all this shit. Storm’s hand went into a fist, but his mother held his arm. “Niet doen, Storm. Die klootzak is het niet waard. [Don’t do it, Storm. That asshole isn’t worth it.]” Eve said.

I wanted nothing to do with any of them. Storm growled. His aura was so strong, and he looked fucking scary. He stalked towards his father. He looked like he wanted him fucking dead. I hoped he would fucking kill Alpha Lex. Maybe that would solve all this shit. Storm’s hand went into a fist, but his mother held his arm. “Niet doen, Storm. Die klootzak is het niet waard. [Don’t do it, Storm. That asshole isn’t worth it.]” Eve said.

She giggled, hugging him then went to get her uncle and cousin. “I can’t lose her dad.” Blaze sighed. “And you won’t. We will fight for her. She’s our family just like the triplets.” Alex tried to assure his son. “But we first need to find out who they are and why they think Storm belongs to Maxwell.” “Doltyn, Uncle Tobi.” Storm called out walking in the living room. Little did she know that Doltyn was silently walking behind her with Rebel hanging on his shoulders. Right before Storm turned around Rebel yelled, “BOO!”