I Am The Storm Novels & Stories

Her wolf surged inside, ears flattened. A low roll of thunder—closer now—vibrated through the stone. “Storm,” Luna whispered. “Yes,” the Goddess said. “Storm is not a single element. It is the meeting of them. Air. Water. Light. Sound. It is change, sudden and fierce. It is cleansing, and it is destruction. It is *you.*” Luna shook her head minutely, water-sleeved hand trembling. “I’m not—” she choked. “I’m small. I’m—”

’ That low sultry voice greeted me as they walked toward me. ‘Oh. Um, thanks. I don’t blame you, of course. Um… what do I call you?” I was not sure how this interaction should go. ‘I am Storm. My name will be clear after we shift. Now let me come forward so we may run with our mate. I am eager to meet Lunar after seeing him from a distance.’ They nodded, walking past me in the room. ‘Right, so this might be rude. You know I’m non-binary. But what about you?’ I had to ask so that I would know what to call them.

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

Whereas I…I am Tyler Jane Moonstorm, the bringer of cold and storm. I stretched out my hand, gathering the raging sky and thunder in one place to trap Jose. I may have lost our bet that this year’s people of Moonburn’s sacrifice will not be Elaine. But this bet of ours, to whom will be the first one to call forth a storm, I will win. I am the Alpha of Wolves whose blood rages with fire, flows with ice, breathes in the fury of the air, and stands in the strength of the earth. “Oh, look. Here comes Alpha Tyler, the great and terrible Stormbringer,” Jose smirked.

"Try and deny it, you know deep down it's true, just like you know that you will turn out just like me. Harboring enough hate and hurt and then one day, you will pass that hurt to someone like I did to you and you will destroy them like I did you, Storm" "You are wrong! I am nothing like you. Because unlike you, I am here for those who need me, something you were never good at. You are just the perfect example of who I strive not to be, it's why I have people and you don't" "Then why are you trying to leave those people, child. Aren't you going to fight to live? Maybe you will throw in the towel and call it a day, it's what I would do" she said.

"Creator of mighty tempests! O son called God has thundered! Storm-Treader!" "Yes," Remmy kissed me, drunk on the Grace between us. "That's who I was—that's who I am. Who I will always be. Thank you."

A raging storm swept through the city, lightning crackling against the sky, as I called him to say I felt unwell, asking if someone else could make the trip instead. His voice, sharp with annoyance, rang through the line. "You're usually so healthy—what could possibly be wrong? Or are you just jealous of Faye again? Emily, must you really be this petty?" In his eyes, I was nothing but small-minded and hypersensitive. And yet, one gentle word, a single apology, and I would forgive him and fold under his demands. "Emily, please. Just bring me the documents—I need you." Terrified that my refusal might somehow jeopardize the company, that my father's legacy might go up in smoke, I buried my own

I can feel the rumble of thunder flickering in the distance, responding to Storms emotions. I search and search and all I can find is darkness. Storm doesn't leave my side. I can feel myself burning in anger. However, my fire will not be able to cleanse this like Calliope's can. It just burns until it consumes me. If I'm not careful I can burn myself out.

Reaching it, I open the door, dump my purse on the passenger seat, and settle in before slamming the door shut beside me. I am the storm. And I have allowed that bitch insult me because I have been waiting around. But no more.

The cops had to zap him with a stun gun to get him to calm down. It sounded like poetic justice to me, but that was all in the past. My break had wrapped up, and I dove headfirst back into work. A month later, the 'Heart of True Love', my latest design, was the talk of the town, and my star was on the rise again. Carol called me her lucky charm and, beaming with pride, she bought me a fleet of sports cars. I could not help but laugh. "I'd need eight lifetimes to drive all these."