I Am The Storm Quote Novels & Stories

Not unscarred, but unashamed. Not broken, but beautifully rebuilt. I closed my eyes and whispered: “I was the storm, too. I just forgot for a while.”

I didn't even feel human. "I’m ready to be the storm," I said.

The toxic smoke knocked him out. “Fvck! I’m too young and way too handsome to die like that. And on top of that, you have never let me chase some good tail; I’m a damn huge! I will have to apologise to my cock from now until forever because of you, Grant!” Stormy barked in my mind.

"But I think her mate is still alive." "Possibly," Storm says. I pause. "Possibly?" "I'm not omnipotent," Storm says. "I'm a wolf, not an oracle. I can't just conjure information out of thin air." "You always have opinions," I say. "Having opinions is different from knowing things," Storm says. "I have been very clear about this distinction." "You have never once been clear about that distinction," I say. "You speak in certainties constantly." "I speak on instincts," Storm says. "You're the one who treats them like facts. That's on you."

"I'm sorry... I never really introduced myself to you, didn't I? I tend to forget, and it did not matter then. My name is Storm, my prince." What the fuck was happening right now?

Just him. Lotus whispered softly inside me, “The storm has only begun. But you’re no longer walking alone.” I smiled faintly. “Let her come. This time, I’m ready.”

Each member is tested, their inner strength challenged as the storm mirrors the turmoil within their souls. Amidst the chaos, Emily finds herself face to face with her own fears. Doubts creep in, threatening to overwhelm her. But as she locks eyes with Liam, their love burns bright like a guiding light in the storm. She draws strength from their connection, her voice a defiant declaration. "I will not let fear consume me. I am stronger than the storm." Liam's voice cuts through the crashing waves of rain, his words an unwavering anchor. "We are warriors, Emily. Together, we will overcome. Remember, even the fiercest storms eventually pass."

And whatever storms awaited, I would not face them alone. ---

Lightning Storm, however, cracks his knuckles as he steps forward. “For the record,” Storm starts, laughing and pointing at us. “I have unfinished business with every single one of you.” Raising both his arms, lights start to gather in them. Before long, lightning bolts start to shoot out, hitting everything. Parts of the street and buildings’ walls are hit, exploding into dust. Dozens and dozens of bolts fly past or toward us. With QuickShot on me, I can’t move fast. I see one bolt heading right for the two of us.

“Be the storm, babe. Not the shelter.” She flagged down a cab, the wind catching her hair like some cinematic goddess. As she stepped off the curb, she tossed a wink over her shoulder. “See you, hottie. Don’t forget—Billing!” Then she was gone, sliding into the cab like she hadn’t just handed me the most unhinged advice of my life. I stood there, eyes wide, brain reeling. “Be the storm,” I muttered. “Right.” When I got home, I stood at the door for a second like I was about to walk into war.