Eye Of The Storm Novelas e Histórias

My heart does a little somersault when I see that he is closer to my window. I see him a little clearly now. The sky is dark, and the storm is getting terrible. Yet he stands there, unfazed, untouched by everything around him. The sky brightens up suddenly with a bolt of lightning, and a second later, thunder crashes loudly. I jerk from the sound, but in the split second of bright light, I catch a glimpse of his eyes. They're dark, soulless, as dark as a bottomless abyss. The remaining half of his face is hidden behind a black face mask.

Craig’s POV The storm’s fury roared louder, tearing through the canopy and battering us with sheets of rain that numbed skin and blurred vision. Every crack of thunder felt like a punch to my chest, each lightning strike illuminating twisted branches and the jagged outline of Zane's territory with stark, fleeting clarity. The ground beneath my boots was a slick, treacherous mess of mud and water, threatening to swallow me whole with every step. I clenched my fists, fighting the instinct to slip or fall, knowing that even the smallest misstep would betray us in this chaos.

Her big golden eyes turn looking at me directly, and for the first time I notice that her eyes look as though they are swirls of golden lava moving. “Is everything ok? Your looking at me funny” I laugh “Sorry, your eyes they almost look as though the colour is swirls moving” She blushes once again, looking down at her hands “It’s from my fathers bloodline, Blackstorm that's why our eyes look as though its a storm with the swirls” I can’t help but smile at her, I could listen to her all day; Focus Darnick for goodness sake.

Alex's eyes widened in horror, his very soul quivering with fear. Amidst this turmoil, Ellaya stepped forward, her presence a whisper of solace in the storm. Tears streaked her reddened cheeks, her plea hanging in the air like a fragile melody. Iden's gaze bore into her, a storm of conflicting emotions raging within him, his jaw clenched in a mask of fury.

His eyes had a mystery to them and before she could say her thought, his lips were on hers, and rather than push him away she actually closed her eyes, his tongue slipped in and she leaned in. Storm came to her senses and pushed him away, his eyes had a gold ring in them and knew what that meant, he was aroused and knew that her eyes were probably the same. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” Storm let out the first thing that had come to her mind. Chase grinned, “Well I do, don’t you want to come with me.” “No, I don’t want to have sex.” Chase seemed to be taken aback by her response but he was also amused at her response, she felt Chase touch her hair as he played with it.

Stormy’s voice was both filled with excitement and confusion. “I do have a few special abilities, since I am a wolf of Golden light. One of them is being able to mind-link anyone,” Dora explained, and Stormy’s eyes shone even brighter. What was up with him? “Eye-sight problem for sure. He might be handsome, but he is so basic! Of course, he prefers blondes like Dora! It’s a wonder that she didn’t tell him she is the Goddess-sent wolf, the one who never poops or farts!” Cal chimed in, a frown clear on her muzzle.

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.

He was losing control and the more she refuse to give him her blood, the more he yearns to have a taste of her blood. "Ahh!" Penelope gasped in fear. Her eyes were a bit misty, her eyes were bloodshed red, and she was close to tears. She shut her eyes to stop those scenes from playing on her mind. At that moment everything felt so familiar and it was driving her nut. Zephyr noticed the change in her heartbeat. He stopped and finally decided to take a look at her. Fear! That was the first expression he noticed on her face. His eyes were burning with anger seeing her so scared and afraid.

Tears streamed down Ariel's face as she pressed a hand to her stomach. "Then what's this?" "Sweetie, why did you stop crying? Baby! Remi, he's not breathing!" Ella's scream cut through the room. Remi panicked. "Someone get a medic! Now!" Ariel stood in the doorway, her expression blank. "Let them go. Remi, I'm giving you one last chance. It's me or Ella. My baby or hers. You can only choose one. Who do you choose?"

Alfred's eyes widened in shock, his gaze snapping to the door. Carol and Sienna strode in, flanked by a squad of cops. Alfred's instinct was to bolt, but the officers were on him in a flash, slapping the cuffs on with a satisfying click. Carol knelt down to slice through my bonds, her touch reassuring. "Don't worry, Nelson. I've got you." Sienna dabbed at my tears with a tissue, and only then did I realize I had been crying. I reached out and clung to her in a tight embrace.