Eye Of The Storm Novels & Stories

Storm froze when the new female voice sounded behind him, another tormentor, he couldn't look at her, he stared at the ground before him. "We are laughing at this devil child," one of the male servants answered, laughing out a little as he pointed at Storm. Going to stand in front of him, Juno bends down to lift his head gently with one of her hands, brown eyes widened when it met with two mismatched color eyes. Storm's right eyeball was white and his left eyeball was red. Juno couldn't look away as they stared at each other. She broke the gaze and stared at his clothes instead. "Tell me, who among the illiterate mumpsimus made you cry?"

They stood within a swirling surface and, circle the mayhem like an enormous corral. "This is probably the eye of the storm," exclaimed Queenie. She had heard such a thing but had never experienced it. As if they were at sea, this cyclone of sand had a center of comprehensive stillness, and they had entered it. All around them surged the unfathomable curtain of cyclonic storm and dirt. The trio snuggled in a circle of complete tranquility.

Does he see the love he feels for her pouring out of them like the way her shooting star arched and landed in the night sky? I can't speak for her, but I can see the way her blue eyes draw me in like the tide on a full moon and I can see the adoration that seeks for nothing but love right back. And I do. I love this girl more than the ocean loves its moon. She keeps me moving, keeps me from pulling myself back under to the place inside my head that would surely drown me. And because I must see those eyes with my own, I keep mine open for the rest of the night because I don't want to miss a single second when I get the view of her.

She threw her head up to the sky and let out a loud howl as her human became completely replaced by a wolf. She felt free. Good. Then she caught Tasha staring into her eyes with a very astonished look and Storm wondered what was wrong. Oh heck. Her contact lens was gone. Which means that her purple eyes were currently staring back at Tasha and that must be the reason she looked shocked.

The storm was no longer just weather—it was a weapon, a shield, and a warning all at once. “This is worse than I thought,” Emma shouted, voice nearly lost to the roar of the wind. Adrian’s eyes never left the horizon. “Perfect cover,” he said grimly. “Corrin will use the storm to move unseen—but so will we. Timing is everything.” Emma’s gaze sharpened. “So we strike during it?” Adrian gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “The eye of the storm is the only place we can take the initiative. He thinks nature is against us—but we’ll turn it to our favor.”

As in! Storm Haha, he’s connecting the dots I see, I get to the stage and Freddie takes my hand as I ascend the steps, he places his hand on the small of my back and kisses my temple. Introduce yourself my love Good evening everyone, my name is Storm Burgesse, daughter of Trillionaire Tycoon Stormas and Thalia Burgesse of Diamond City, I also have three other alias’s I go by I turn to face Dastan who seems to be on the verge of fainting in the corner.

Immediately his eyes landed on me, I looked away. I opened my textbook going over every thing I heard in class today but my mind wasn't focused. I was well aware of a pair of blue eyes staring at me. Maybe I should just walk up to him and ask what he wants exactly. I watched him move from the side of my eyes. He was coming toward me. I cringed and buried my head deeper into my book. "Hey Storm" he greeted. "How do you even know my name?" I snap right back at him.

I'm running as fast as I can, trying to pick up his scent, hoping I won't be too late? He is an alpha, he is strong so why is he on the verge of dying. As I become closer, I'm surprised by what I see. I see Ivan tied to a tree, tears fill my eyes at the sight of his agony. I run up to the tree then touch him as his head comes up, he looks at me with black eyes full of anger. Once he realizes it's me, his eyes go blue, and he says my name. "Oh my God Ivan, what has happened to you who has done this?"

“Do you guys even know how to change a satellite? Because if not, then all our work here is useless.” Skyr stopped glaring at Byron as he marched in my direction. “I do.” He grumbled as he stood beside me and started examining the outline of the satellite. “It seems like we need to change the disk after all. There are a few cracks, which must have been caused by some sort of storm. Maybe that’s why the others haven’t returned. The storm must have caught them.” He observed. “Lord Byron, can you bring me the tools? Nathalia, can you also hand me the wires? And be wary of the wind. If a storm does come, we have to seek shelter at a lower ground immediately.”

They are surrounding me. I meet Jensen's moss-green eyes. "We all will. We will protect you for the rest of our lives, sweet girl." "We will defend you," JT utters when I meet his ocean blues. Finally, I look at the ebon eyes of Storm. "Always." My dream shifted to another memory two years later: