I Am The Storm Quotes Novels & Stories

Now, I was surrounded by memories that were, unfortunately, shrouded in pain. ‘You’re never alone because I’m right here with you,’ Storm promised me. ‘Just as I’m right here with you too.’

"You are no more than a momentary spark in the blackness. The true storm is what I am." Miyal's tone was low, but it was filled with the weight of all the decisions he had ever made. "Then let it come."

Massimo is beautiful the way storms are beautiful—right before they ruin everything you love. And I’m the idiot who didn’t bring an umbrella.

“Mateo will never know. The bastard thinks he deserves everything just because he was born a Storm. I will show him how wrong he is!” ----

Inside, I’m alight with triumph. Even carried away, I smile. The storm is mine now— and it’s only just begun.

"Very good." I staggered forward, gasping. "That was... incredible. I was almost swept away by the wind." "Magic isn’t safe, Storme," she said. "It’s alive. Always respect it." I nodded, heart elite with joy. "One more," she said, her eyes gleaming. "The tornado." My stomach dropped with fear. "You’re joking." "Not at all," she said. "It will be small. Focus your will into a point. Shape the air."

The word punches through me, shattering on the fire roaring in my chest. “No.” My voice is soft, but it cuts like steel. “I’m not yours, Kael. I’m not theirs. I’m not anyone’s.” His breath stutters. His grip falters. But I can’t stop. “Do you understand what I did?” My voice climbs, a brittle, burning thing. “I unmade a god. I tore the leash from my bones and burned the threads of fate until there was nothing left but this.” I fling out my arms, and the air convulses, the ground cracking wider as magic explodes from me in a surge of light. “I am not a queen. I am not a weapon. I am not a girl. I am the storm.”

Who the heck was this? "I can't wait to get my hands on you. I've always loved you since you were a blooming adolescent. It's only a matter of time before we meet in person and I can taste what is rightfully min—" "Shut the fuck up, you twisted bastard!" Storm exploded, his voice barely controlled. "Over my cold, dead body will you touch her!" "Then I'll have to fix that won't I?" A sardonic cackle. "I'm not afraid to cut anybody or anything that stands between me and my money. And my lovely Celia off. Absolutely nothing will stop me!"

“For when you cannot keep your hands still. Drop this on the daycare path and see who comes. If a storm catches it, smile and run. Do not pick fights with storms.” Her lip curls at storm, she has already been hit by men like River and mistaken it for being beaten by the sea. “Ugh. That one. And his mate with the mouth.” “She is not your enemy,” I say, because this pleases me. “They all are,” she says, because this is who she is.

“Guess you’re not as informed as you thought.” Storm’s expression twisted into a mask of fury, and I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she tried to process the information. “You don’t deserve it,” she spat, her voice dripping with bitterness. “You’re nothing but a lowly half-breed. The Dawn Institute made a mistake.” I didn’t bother responding. Instead, I simply turned away from her, ignoring the venom in her voice. She wasn’t worth my time or energy. Storm stormed—no pun intended—out of the lab, slamming the door behind her as she went, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.