Eye Of The Storm Series Novels & Stories

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.

Outside, the storm howled, the wind pushing the building to sway slightly but noticeably and the rain drumming out its terrifying roar. Despite the aspirin in her system, as they passed through the storm’s front eye wall, the pain in her head intensified further, but then the wind and rains abruptly lessened, drawing quieter, and the lightning flashes gave way to a gloomy darkness. Evelyn sat upright so she could look her question at Andrew. He shrugged. “Either we’re not quite in the eye, or it’s a weaker storm. If you want my guess, it’s the latter. Something less organized than last year’s New England storm." His brows drew together with concern. "How’s your head feeling?”

LR. Looks like Lyle fell through with his promise on getting the maids to do it before dusk. Stormy's eyes fluttered open as I was taking in her details and she gave me a small smile. Her eyes were a lighter blue now, almost a clear vanilla color. Her eyes scanned me before she rubbed her throat and looked around the room. Her hand ran up to her forehead where she touched it gently. "I have a major headache..." She mumbled. "My mouth is so dry, do you have some water?" She asked me and sat up, pressing her back up against the bed's headboard. Her fingers ran down to her lips where she rubbed off my dry blood around them. Her face showed confusion immediately before she drew her fingers back

He had a rigid posture and controlled breathing. But his eyes—they were too alert. Too focused. Not at the ceremony. On Lucas. Then Bennett. Then back to Lucas. That’s when my instincts flared. "Shit" I leaned toward Ryder, keeping my voice low. “Keep an eye on Dominic Storm. Something’s off.” Ryder didn’t ask questions. He followed my gaze immediately. His posture shifted beside me—looser, casual to anyone watching, but I could feel the tension in him. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I see it too.”

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

Storm mimicked a fortune-teller and said, “My brother, you have deep-set eyes and an amazing love life. Your brows are thick, and your career is wonderful. However, your ophryon is dark, and you have black air swirling around your head. I’m afraid that your life may be in danger soon.” Sean looked at him cautiously. “Who are you? What are going to do to us?” Tempest glared at Storm, speechless. “What are you talking all that bullsh*t for?” He then proceeded to snap his fingers near Sean and Rose’s nose. Sean and Rose felt their bodies go weak as their vision blacked out. Then, they fell into the arms of Storm and Tempest. The duo promptly dragged them into the car. After half an hour, Sean a

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

The ground, the air, my mind. I tightened my hold on Storm. “You’ll have to kill me first.” It tilted its head. “That can be arranged.” Before I could move, the river surged upward, waves breaking in midair like claws. I braced for the strike, but Storm lifted his head. “Stop,” he said. The world froze. The river hung suspended, droplets glittering like glass. The mist retreated, curling away from him as if in fear. Light flared from his eyes, bright enough to burn through the fog.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

Despite its efforts, it was struck countless times by Zephyr’s attack. The electricity quickly capitalized Zephyrs adrenaline rush, it rushed forth to wrap itself around the eye, damaging it greatly. Great plumes of black smoke begin to rise out of the eye. As though the eye was immensely angered, it croaked and groaned continuously. However, Zephyr had already let forth his electricity, allowing it to do as it wished. Bolt after bolt of lightning came down upon the eye.