In The Eye Of The Storm Novel Novels & Stories

Craig’s POV The storm’s fury roared louder, tearing through the canopy and battering us with sheets of rain that numbed skin and blurred vision. Every crack of thunder felt like a punch to my chest, each lightning strike illuminating twisted branches and the jagged outline of Zane's territory with stark, fleeting clarity. The ground beneath my boots was a slick, treacherous mess of mud and water, threatening to swallow me whole with every step. I clenched my fists, fighting the instinct to slip or fall, knowing that even the smallest misstep would betray us in this chaos.

Before I could stop myself, I wrapped my arms wrong his neck, tiptoed and kissed him. Being that my eyes were closed, I didn't get to see the reaction on his face but I didn't mind. I enjoyed his lips damning the consequences. The enjoyment didn't last at all been that he pulled me off him forcefully. I looked at his eyes and met anger. This got me scared and I moved back. I know that was trespassing but what could I have done, I couldn't help it. "You are so dead" Storm told me. "I know". He looked at me with those deadly eyes. He was panting glaring so hard at me. If those eyes could set me on fire, I know I would be burning by now. After he was done staring, he just walked away.

The second chapter two of the story is beginning from here. It was raining heavily outside. The vision of the outside turned into a blur. It was impossible to see anything from the closed window of the car. Except for the loud monotonous pattering sound of the rain, the only sound that filled inside the car was the loud heartbeats of Daisy and Nicolas. Nicolas couldn’t suppress his urge to sucking Daisy’s lips anymore. The moment Daisy told him that she hated her and the shameless things, instantly an evil plan came in his mind. His conscience and all those worries that were teasing him for the last few days felt meaningless at that moment.

She didn’t look at the burning cabin, or the retreating wolves, she walked straight to where I knelt, trembling from the power drain. She stopped before me. Her blind eyes seemed to see straight through my skull. “So,” she said, her voice weary. “You are the storm.” I had no words. I had brought the lightning that set their world on fire.. It was to learn how not to destroy everything I was trying to protect.

Daniel's POV The vow burned in my chest and then I let it go…for the moment. There was a storm to outrun. We'd stopped at a neighboring pack to wait it out. The thing with storms is they tell you who they are before they arrive; this one lied. One second the sky was stupidly, violently blue. The next it was like someone threw a thick blanket over the world. No warning. No birds dropping from the sky. Just a silence that tasted wrong.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

"Out! Both of you!" Seeing my bloodshot eyes and hysterical state, Philip opened his mouth to say something. But in the end, he just guided the crying Jane out the door. The corridor was now empty. I leaned against the cold wall, letting my tears fall freely. I didn't know how long I stayed there, waiting. Finally, Dad rushed in. And finally, the OR light went off. … Third-Person POV On the wedding day, the sun was shining brightly. Philip walked into the office as usual.

‎I remained kneeling, heart racing, as Kael stared out the window, his wolf growling low and dangerous. ‎I realized then that the storm had already begun. ‎And we were standing in its eye.

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.

Kim stands at the end of the corridor, perfectly dry despite the rain, her hair immaculate, her expression unreadable. But her eyes. Her eyes are a storm on their own. And right beside her— Leaning casually against the wall as if he’s been waiting for his cue— Seojun smirks. “Rough night, Jang?” Ethan takes one step forward. I grip his arm instinctively. Because the storm wasn’t outside. It wasn’t at my building. It wasn’t even the stalker. No. The real storm… Just arrived. And it’s wearing a smirk and a perfect suit.