Jem Stormer Novels & Stories

"This is Jaxen Lawrence. He is the security specialist I brought in to assist with the server breach." Jaxen stepped closer to me, circling me like a hungry scavenger sniffing a prime cut of meat. "Holy shit... You're Xender Stormriven? The rogue designer who survived the Blackmoor execution squads?" I didn't offer my hand. I stood tall, my arms crossed over my chest, my biceps straining against the black fabric of my shirt. "Do you have a problem with rogues, Lawrence?"

he added and I tried to run as I saw Storm getting away from Mono and Raze's grasp. "Yah, Demo, help us!" Raze shouted at Demo who was standing frozen in the front door along with Sky. They are hugging each other afraid to even get near us. I immediately bowed down to the floor. "Storm, whatever I did, I'm sorry." I pleaded. It's hard to get Storm to get mad. I mean, he occasionally curses but that's just how he is. Because we're all close. Seeing him getting mad like this is scary.

Something hateful. He wasn’t hiding it anymore. He was enjoying this damned war created by his greed. He’d been Flame Priestess’s creature from the beginning. And he was winning. Kristen was somewhere behind the line of fighting wolves and warriors, shouting orders, trying to push forward, desperately trying to reach me. I could feel it in the raw panic of his voice. But Damon would cut through them all before that happened. A strange calm settled over me. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was clarity.

I replied. — "I'm sure. Now just say you'll let me torture them a little longer, please," she begged. Again, I shook my head. — "I've already said no. Now finish your food; I want to shower with you," I said. She nodded and continued eating her burger. — "Who is he?" she asked, taking another bite. — "Dimitri Kovalenko, leader of the BlackStorm team," I answered. Kat looked at me and smiled.

I tapped Jasper on the knee silencing him. With a big smile on, I said to an attempted murderer. "Hello Frank, I'm Storm. I'm sure you remember me, I'm the girl you tried to kill."

“I'm an avid watcher of Rena's world and today I get to be in it.” “Lucky me,” Renata laughs, “We should collaborate sometimes, it will do numbers.” “You stream?” I frown, I had no idea Stormi was a social media personality, I thought her huge following was solely because of how pretty and preppy she is. “I do prank calls, horror version,” she tells me.

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

Rain threw Storm his keys and left walking with Kiera. "That was weird," I said looking at Blaze. "Things are not as they appear, Syla," he said smiling. "Bet he didn't see that coming." Blaze laughed. Storm just shook his head laughing and got drinks out of the cooler in the back of the Hummer and handed me one, as we settled back down by the fire again. After a long silence, Storm spoke up, " I am an investigator, and I run pack security. I tend to be aggressive, but I will follow my brothers, and I love Photography and storm chasing." he said smiling.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to move out of the way before the shadow of the flaming hover enveloped her form. BOOM! "Qing Yue!" "Sister Qing" "Yue'er!" Three different panicked screams rang out, full of fear and shock, but too late to change anything. Li Qing Yue, the daughter of the richest man in the New World Formation was engulfed in a sea of flame and smoke, her fragile figure buried under the giant hover. When Long Tian appeared, the scene he saw was a young girl fearlessly charging forward to rescue a kid from getting crushed under the descending, flaming hover.