Eye Of The Storm Novels & Stories

*Belinda* The storm lashed against the glass like a beast clawing to break free, each gust sending tremors through the windowpanes that Belinda felt in her bones. Sleet hammered the tall windows of the entry hall—not the gentle patter of rain, but sharp needles of ice that struck with military precision, each impact a tiny percussion in the symphony of winter's rage. She watched without blinking, her gray eyes reflecting the storm's fury while her body remained statue-still.

His eyes, though. They weren’t warm brown, like Lillieth had expected the first time she’d dared to glance up. They weren’t honey, or amber, or gold like so many wolves with power. His eyes were steel. No. Not steel. Storm. Gray with that hint of violence inside. The color of a sky right before lightning split it open.

Storm growled at Daxon for making his mate cry and wanted to hurt Daxon like he had hurt his mate. Storm took over him pushing his human mind back and his eyes immediately softened looking at his mate crying like a child. Hazel was hiccuping and sobbing while continuously wiping her tears from her face through her veil. He could feel her face becoming red of crying and her grey eyes were raining tears like a waterfall.

I saw how nervous she was but she came to me despite her nervousness. I took her hand to show her that I was right there with her no matter what. "This is Cali Winter Olwen. She's my mate and your Luna. She is also now a member of this pack." I said with my Alpha voice and after my statement, applause erupted from the crowd. All Cali did was wave to them with a soft smile.

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.

The eye blinked once. The entire mountain shook. Outside, the storm exploded into chaos. Lightning struck the surrounding peaks one after another. The sky itself seemed to crack apart. Then something impossible happened. The eye looked directly at Isabella. Not generally. Not vaguely. Directly. Like it could see through every wall and every layer of reality between them. The pull inside Isabella immediately intensified. I felt her sway beside me. My hand wrapped around hers instantly. She squeezed back. Hard. The eye narrowed. The reaction was subtle.

His daughter was nowhere to be found, yet he spent his time flirting with another woman in his arms! Rage and the need to bring destruction kept surging into my mind and swelling into a hideous monster that threatened to flood my senses. I kicked open the door angrily, effectively shattering the romantic atmosphere. Marcus stared at me in shock. He parted his lips, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could do so, Sylvia cut him off by calling out his name lovingly. So, Marcus moved to stand before Sylvia, effectively blocking her from my line of sight. He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight.

Third-person POV "Lena!" Emily's voice came through gritted teeth, her hands clenched into fists. "What are you doing here?!" Lena Parker had always been Emily's rival. Ever since college, Lena was always one step ahead of her—better grades, better opportunities, always winning. Emily had barely managed to wait her out until Lena went abroad. So why was she back now? Lena shot Emily a lazy glance, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Long time no see. You're looking pretty pregnant."

They tumbled together across the cracking bridge, rolling toward the edge, toward the chasm, toward the door that had not existed a moment before and might not exist a moment longer. The Spirit lunged. The storm resumed, the wind screaming again, the lightning resuming its scar-making across the wound-sky. The hole-eyes fixed upon them with a fury that was not personal but procedural, the fury of a system that had been cheated, a balance that had been tipped, a law that had been rewritten by the sheer stubbornness of a woman who refused to accept the only options she had been given.

Strong enough to endure all of their mistreatment. She opens the window and stares outside. It was a gray morning and the wind was rather chilly. Lauren decided to close the window as the weather doesn't look good. Thunder roared across the sky that made her flinch. Soon enough, the raindrops were heard. The rain starts pouring hard outside the house. It looks like the rain won't stop any time soon. She turns back to see her room again and begins cleaning her messy room. Her things were scattered on the floor. She sighed and shook her head as she recalled again what happened a while ago.