I Am The Storm Woman Novels & Stories

"Don't call me Mom! I don't have a son like you. I didn't give birth to a heartless wretch like you." Charlotte's eyes welled up with tears. "Mrs. Keane, I understand that there's been a misunderstanding. Calvin and I are ordinary friends. If you don't like me, I pledge not to show my face before you again." Cynthia didn't hesitate before slapping her. "Disgusting! Don't act innocent. I've seen more than my fair share of tricks like yours—more than you'd think. Why not stay at home on a hurricane day? Why summon another woman's husband out in extreme weather? Is that what you call being 'ordinary friends'?

She laughed as she pulled back, her lips pulled up in a smile as she stood up. “Where are you going?” “To take a swim.” “A what now?” I said as I tried to stand up, but my body was too soft from all the attention. “A swim. Have you gone deaf from that orgasm,” Storm mocked, looking very frustrated and horny. Unfortunately for him, his mate was going for a jump now. “You are such a smug little asshole,” he grunted as I finally stood up as she ran across the meadow. Her hair flowed behind her back. She looked like a forest sprite, sprinting towards her freedom. She stopped at the edge of the cliff and pulled her pants down, and then she motioned me.

And when the smoke faded, only one woman knelt at the altar. Blood streaked her hands. Ash clung to her hair. Her eyes burned—but no tears remained. Because she had cried them all, long before this moment. She stood. Not a queen. Not a victor. A vessel of wound, of mercy, of memory, of will. The Storm Pact pulsed across her back—not as a leash, but as a living mark. A memory. A weapon she chose. She looked up. The moon had not returned. But the wind shifted, whispering a new name.

He roared in pain and turned to me swiftly. "I will never be yours," I said dodging another of his attacks, this time drawing my blade across the front of his thigh. I was using every skill I'd learned and was relishing in it. He'd dropped to his knees with my last blow, panting as I stood above him, ready for my final blow. "And my name is Stormie, not Ella."

Then I hopped in the jeep and headed down to the training grounds. When I arrived I hopped out and had to dodge one of my warriors who had just gotten thrown through the air. I looked over to the ring to see who it was and it was Storm. Her hair was pulled up into a bun she had a sports bra and loose work out shorts. Her beautiful face was tinted red and you could see the sweat dripping off of her. I was so proud as to how hard she was training. I went over to her and kissed her cheek my hand on her arm. One of the warriors handed her a water.

When it comes to this sarcastic, sharp-tongued little demon who had the nerve to roll her eyes at me the first day we met, the one who made Storm restless, made my blood burn, made me feel like I was finally alive, they should run. They could rape or kill every other soul in this academy, I wouldn't blink but touch her? You sign your own death sentence and guess what? Now they’re paying for it. In blood. In flames. In their own twisted limbs and I’m just getting started cause I'll find who's behind this. “Just fucking claim her,” Storm growled again, this time forcing filthy images through my skull. I staggered, fists clenching. I could see her under me, could feel the heat, her body soft, a

Storm smiled at that. "I don't care if you don't have anything to your name as long as I am with you, I am a complete woman, Storm." Overwhelmed with happiness, Storm kissed her

"Who are you?" She raised her head slowly and just stared at me with No emotion just a mean look, cruel and cold. Almost bored. “You’re never going to become whoever you think you’re meant to be,” she said, “I’m the storm you won’t survive.” l felt her whole body got tighten as fear hit her first. Then came anger. Fear and anger overwhelmed me. l was determined not to be harmed by the woman or whatever she represented. l had fought to survive. l had passed the trial and l was the Alpha.

Storm has never seen any stranger like this. On the surface, the latter looked like any old woman, any aged grandmother, but Storm, with her refined state, could see that this person was no ordinary person—she seemed different from both an angel and a human, or the Rare humans, if she was to use Jutul’s words. “Stop trying to guess what I am, and help me out of this cage…” Storm held back a laugh, as she, with her two hands, helped the woman out of the car, wondering why the latter needed help now. The old woman had no trouble getting into the car the first time.

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.