I Am The Storm Quotes Novels & Stories

She let out a sigh and began to speak. “My name is Storm. I was from a village deep in the woods, before I was taken by the poachers. I was sold to the man you saw yesterday to find his match. But I couldn’t find a match for him, I am assuming his match is dead. He drugged me to enhance my powers. The enhancement of my powers brought me to you. I could feel you the moment I step foot in that barn. You are a true gifted. I am only young my powers are weak without the enhancement. But you are in great danger here, our kind doesn’t belong here. We need to leave” Her voice while soft and laced with worry, was filled with wisdom.

“You’re harsh.” “And you’re alive,” I replied. “That’s the point.” He stilled for a second at that. He was quick, but his instinct was to yield, to make himself smaller. I had to teach him that he didn't have to shrink to survive. "You are not a victim, Eli," I whispered into his ear, my voice sharp enough to command his focus. "You are a storm. When they come, you don't break. You break them." “…a storm?” he repeated, glancing at me over his shoulder.

Let him bring his fire. I’ll bring the storm.

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.”

The storm is coming, but I am no longer hiding in the rain. I am the lightning.

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.”

Then s‍h‌e said, almo⁠s‌t to herself⁠, “You‌ have everyt‍hi‍ng people dream abou⁠t, Damon. But you look l‌ik‍e some‌one w⁠ait⁠ing for t‍he storm to hit.” ‎Her words shouldn’t h⁠ave st‍ung. She didn’t⁠ kn‌ow me, not rea⁠lly. But they landed exactl‍y w‌here they⁠ shouldn’t have. ‎ ‎⁠“I don‌’t wa‍i⁠t for storms,” I‍ said finally. “I build structures that do‌n’t⁠ break whe‍n the⁠y come.”‍

But with it, I was the storm. The world bent to my will; everyone in it was merely a piece on my board. The fear I see in other's eyes- it's exhilarating. Thriving. They would never realise how easily I could dismantle their little worlds and turn their lives upside down with a mere flick of my wrist. Or my gun. Depends. I am a force of nature-unstoppable and durable. Like I said, I am a storm.

"Your father built it that way—after the last great unraveling. To bind the storm, not just contain it." I nodded, memories surfacing: late nights as a kid, Damian's voice murmuring over yellowed pages, teaching me runes while his eyes stayed fixed on the horizon. *The storm's not an enemy, Alex. It's a force. Wield it, or it wields you.* I'd thought it metaphor then, lessons in leadership. Now? It felt like prophecy, etched into my bones.

This was the moment we had rehearsed, the moment that would seal our contract. I reached Lucas at the altar, I couldn't help but notice the flicker of surprise in his eyes. Perhaps he was taken aback by my appearance. But I knew better than to let that distract me. I plastered a smile on my face, determined to play my role flawlessly. "Hi…" I greeted him softly with a smile, trying to maintain an air of elegance and grace. "You look quite handsome today, Mr. Storm." Lucas smirked and extended his arm to me, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. "Thank you, Mrs. Storm-to-be. You look absolutely breathtaking." He said with a wink, God is he handsome!