Ghost Rider In The Storm の小説・ストーリー

Blaze greeted. “Alpha Blaze, Luna Storm.” She bowed. “Spyder please bring in three chairs.” Storm asked. Spyder silently grabbed three chairs and placed one down in front of Courtney and the other two in front of Blaze and Storm. “Thank you Spyder.” He nodded and stepped back disappearing into the shadows. “That’s not creepy at all.” Courtney mumbled. “Right?” Storm snorted, then sighed. “It’s something to get used to.” She giggled. “So, you doing, okay?”

Massive, chrome trains burst through the pavement like metallic serpents, creating a spiraling ramp of steel and sparks that led directly toward the upper tiers of the Origin Tower. "Kael! Give them a Static-Storm!" Kael surged. Every neon sign in the district exploded in a blinding flash of blue light. The "Ghost-Hounds" staggered, their sensors overwhelmed by the "High-Definition" glare. Their "Deletion-Lasers" fired wildly, cutting through empty air as the Primal Six ascended the steel ramp. The Emotional Overload

The Spirit of the Storm had awakened. Ethan and Selene barely had time to react before the Guardian attacked. With a stunning thunder, it unleashed an impact of frigid wind that sent them flying backwards, hammering into the dividers with bone-jarring drive. The cold was intolerable, freezing their blood, and each movement felt like a battle against the elements. Ethan forced himself to his feet, his vision blurred by the swirling snow. He could barely make out the figure of the Guardian, its form shifting and changing with the storm.

We finally made our decision, I sighed deeply as Talon began to stalk through the streets again, instantly zeroing in on Storm’s scent the moment we stepped out of the casino's door. We followed her scent to the red-light district, slowing as we neared the source of the trail I was following. I rounded the last corner, and instantly shrank back into the shadows when I saw Storm beating the hell out of a woman, who I had only met once. One of Miriam’s managers. Huddled in a corner with tears coursing down their faces were four scantily clad, young girls. I instantly leaped in front of them with my hackles up, protecting them from what was going on. Once the woman was nothing more than a blood

She did not even have time to curse when she felt that unstoppable force pulling her over, lifting her into the air before slamming him down viciously on the ground! "Argh!" Standing above the crater that formed around Skyler, Ghost reared his head and bellowed, unleashing a massive shockwave and blowing away the smoke shrouding him. "Hehe. At our level, vision is not all that important… Smoke bomb? That'd never work!" Ghost sneered even as he looked downward at Skyler. "You… bastard…" She struggled to open her eyes to see Ghost. And when she finally could, she was once again left speechless by fear as Ghost's body started mutating again.

“Here, I've got a deal for you. If you don’t accept that girl as your Luna, I will kill your mother. She’s getting too cocky, and I would have killed her long ago if it weren’t for you.” What a fucking asshole. He would kill Storm’s mother? And why wasn't she the fucking Luna? I took a good look at Storm. He had black hair like his father, but I now notice his eyes are blue like his mother’s. He had a strong jaw and some stubble. He was tall and had very broad shoulders. Storm had taken off his jacket and was wearing only a t-shirt. I could see that his lower arms had a bunch of tattoos. He was actually pretty fucking good-looking for the son of a dickface. Not that it fucking mattered. I wa

How were they this deep into Silverstone territory without an alarm being tripped? "I see you," Storm called out, his voice steady as he raised his weapon. "Come out and show yourselves." He counted them by their heartbeats. One, three... six. "Fuck it," he whispered to himself. He was outnumbered, and he was alone on a dead road. Suddenly, a massive shape lunged from the darkness behind him. Storm spun, firing a shot that caught the attacker in the shoulder, but the force of the collision sent his gun flying into the tall grass.

I waited by Blaze's car, I messaged him, *Where are you?* he didn't respond. I begain to worry, He was always here. Then a Saphire blue Porsche 911 GT3 RS pulled up next to me, it was Storm, he got out and opened the door for me, "Blaze is busy with something I'll take you home." he smiled, staring at my breast. He said nothing on our ride home, he opened my door and let me out at the front entrance of the mansion, then he drove around to the garage parked and met me at the door.

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

I spent eighteen years praying for a mate who would save me. Instead, the Moon Goddess gave me the three boys who made my life hell. Kael. Thorne. Soren. The Alpha’s triplets. My bullies. And now… my fated mates. They look at me with pure disgust. They threaten to reject me the second they find a reason. They make sure every day at school and every night in the pack house reminds me exactly how worthless they think I am. But the bond doesn’t care how much they hate me.
And neither does the danger that’s already watching from the shadows. I was supposed to be free.
Instead I’m trapped with the three people who want me gone the most. So tell me…
how long can a mate bond survive when the