Into The Storm Smith Novels & Stories

Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips. Storm sighs pushing his shoulder-length black hair up away from his eyes. He usually has me braid his hair before bed so it’s not so unruly, but we fought about the fact I decided to join C.H.A.O.S. instead of Tempest with him. He mumbles whatever under his breath while Jase is as smug as a bug in a rug about his win over the man.

After she changed her clothes, they went straight to the venue to organize it. . . . The sky turns dark. The weather looks good too. There is no sign that it will rain tonight. Soon enough, the people invited tonight are starting to arrive. The Sky City Club staff are also starting to serve drinks and food to the guests. Just by hearing their voices and loud music you would know that the party began. Some of them started to dance on the dance floor, and some casually drank and talked to each other. Surely… It will be a looong night.

No matter how his family and neighbourhood hated storms, he just totally loves it. He was always right when he predicted that a storm is about to come and now, he again proved that his instincts were always right. But this time, something was bothering him. And he doesn't know what it is. The flames from his fireplace flickered as the wind rushed inside his room, giving him a chill that ran down his spine. He shivered, and he could feel that his stomach started churning again. "Annoying," he thought to himself. He slightly shook his head as if to tell himself to let go of the negative emotions his head is trying to materialize.

Today, I was going in to submit my resignation. Back then, Joyce was the reason I chose to stay in this city. I even refused to inherit my family's estate, severing ties with my parents completely. Three days ago, when the typhoon hit, I put my life on the line to pick Joyce up. However, she refused to come home with me. On the way back, the storm was raging, and debris struck my shoulder. I couldn't sleep that night from the pain. Then I saw Finley's Instagram post and told Joyce I was breaking up with her.

He stood up and took the dish from me. At the same time, he lowered his voice so only the two of us could hear. “Bastard. Haven’t you always been trying to block my way into the Translation Institute? Fine then. I’ll steal Wynnie from right under your nose. That’s only fair!” The next second, the plate slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor. Most of the hot sauce splashed onto me, yet he screamed as though he was badly burned.

Enzo said, and I chuckled. I know I have to get to know them better, they are important to Storm, but I didn't want to go to a place where other women would believe I am open for business. At least, not without my mate on my arm. "I would love to, if she is allowed to join me..." I said, "When was she not included?" Ralph walked in, and Stormee shrugged her shoulders. "So, am I sensing a slight modification to the Three Musketeers?" Stormee asked, and Enzo chuckled,

He stared at me, wide-eyed, and slowly, terror crept across his face. "You... it's you! How are you still alive?!" My expression turned cold. "Of course I’m alive, Calvin. Karma always catches up with those who deserve it. All the evil you've done—now you can pay for it in hell. As for me, my beautiful life is just beginning." With that, I pulled out my sunglasses and placed them on my face. I gave Calvin a disdainful smile before turning and walking away. Behind me, I could hear him pounding the walls in fury, no doubt wishing he could break through the prison walls and kill me.

“The guy that kidnapped me, we’ll call him Stormz, was contracted by a man he calls Agent Smith.” “Is this a joke?”Steven asked, his eyebrow shooting up at the reference to the villain in the Matrix series. “Horrible name aside. The threat Agent Smith poses to your company is very serious. From what Stormz let slip in between the beating and roughing up, Agent Smith works for someone at your company, someone very high up in the chain of command.” “Do you have a name for me, Cadence?” “After I escaped from Stormzy, Smith must have found out because the next thing I know is a couple of days later, Stormz turns up dead. He was tasked with roughing me up, finding out what I know, and eventually

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

These creatures, who at first seemed so familiar, were completely alien to me. Elroy looked them over calmly before asking at last, “What brings you all to Stormhowl Pack?” Johnsmith looked surprised, but it was only around his eyes. His body didn’t move at all. I thought perhaps this was a show of discipline, but it might just have been tact. “I thought this was Lunaris,” he said, and I noticed his speech, though heavily accented, was well modulated and clearly enunciated. “It was,” Elroy told him. “But now it is again Stormhowl.”