Novel & Cerita Eye Of The Storm Series

Storm opened her eyes when she felt Chase brushing her hair back from her face, she smiled at him and saw that he was studying her. “What’s wrong.” “You amaze me Storm.” “What do you mean?” “The color of your hair and eyes are so different, how did you get them? Are they from your parents?” “My mom had the same color eyes but her hair was jet black, Chase touched her hair, and he seemed to be thinking hard. “Is everything fine?” She asked him.

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.

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.

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

Aiden The air in the room grew colder as I stood by the window, watching the dark clouds roll in, heavy with the promise of another storm. It felt fitting, a reflection of the turmoil that had been brewing within Stormclaw for weeks. The pack was on edge, barely holding together under the strain of constant attacks. But there was something else—a deeper rot that I hadn’t been able to put my finger on until now. Darius had come to me just moments ago, his face pale and voice low as he delivered the news that would unravel everything I thought I knew.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

After I discovered the bugging device, I used the promotion I had worked ten years to earn as cover to ensure her safety. However, what I received in return was her relentless pursuit of revenge. I would never forget the horror of being dragged hundreds of miles behind a car. A flicker of hatred surged in my eyes at the thought of this. “Ms. Lynn is always measured in her actions. We don’t need to worry.” Wynnie’s expression softened slightly when she noticed that I was not making a big deal out of the watch At that moment, Ash came running over, wheezing and dragging his suitcase.

He instantly realised and covered his mouth, Damon’s eyes grew wide as if to call him names silently and Blake was looking anywhere but at me! “What’s going on?” I demanded but Eliza tried to distract me, she wanted me to come help prepare tea. I wasn’t falling for it, I may have looked like a child but I stood there with my arms folded over my chest just staring at the men. I wasn’t falling rude to Eliza by ignoring her but I wouldn’t be a fool. Damon’s eyes softened, “guys give us a moment will you?” He asked them but he didn’t take his eyes off me and yes I was still glaring

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.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.