I Am The Storm Quotes Novels & Stories

“Are you saying that I am the storm?” “No, I am saying that what happened that night is the storm. My life is the storm. The feelings and beliefs that I have held my whole life are the storm. You, Lily, are the stable ground underneath. I want to believe you, and deep down I do… but it is hard ….so incredibly hard… to see past the chaos of the storm.” His metaphor was a little strange, but it somehow made sense to me.

I’ll fight until the storm dies.

“Lord, give me strength. If the storm is betrayal, let me stand firm. Let me see truth through the shadows.” The house was silent, but her heart was not. Every beat whispered the same thought: the storm was no longer on the horizon. It was here.

Storm stands outside with my purse in his hands. “If you have anything in here that you need to freshen up.” He says. “Thank you, sir.” I take my purse. I might not have that much make-up in it but at least I have a few wet wipes I can use to clean my face. When I look presentable I hurry out of the building to fetch lunch for me and Mr. Storm.

It takes me a minute to register I said it out loud. “Then why are you so fucking quiet, you talk to Killer and Storm.” The accusatory tone of my voice is stark. But I'm beyond caring at this moment. I focus on the road, drop the music from the buttons on the steering wheel but not the speed. All the while my body is waging a war within itself. “Storm is easy to talk to and Killer is just, persistent.” She's so honest. But I also know she can be a good liar. All homeless people are.

he grumbled, hauling himself to his feet. "If you reject me without preparations, heck, if any of us reject each other without proper preparations then we are both fucked. We'll lose our minds literally." I snapped immediately. Storm scoffed, brushing dirt off his shirt like I hadn't just warned him about losing his damn mind. "I am already losing my mind, maybe that's better than whatever this shit is," he muttered. I took a step closer. "We aren't full adults yet, you wouldn't last two hours, Storm. You’d claw your own throat out before you even made it back to town."

For now, though, I had to prove to everyone that I was different, but this is only me talking. What's going to happen when Storm is back? What the fuck am I going to do, then?

Storm Mike, who had been watching us closely, suddenly said, “I thought your name was Lena, but he just called you Storm, why?” I looked at Doyle, not knowing how to answer Mike for a moment. Doyle went to speak on my behalf, but I shook my head at him.

Storm took a step forward carefully, as if approaching something sacred. “No,” she said. “You’re a disaster.” Then, after a beat, “But you’re not hopeless.” The power finally faded, retreating into me like a tide pulling away from shore. I allowed myself to collapse fully this time, catching myself on my hands. Storm crouched in front of me. "You do not run from this anymore, River," she said. "Embrace the powers, learn how to use everything." “I don’t want to be what you think I am.”