Jem Stormer Novels & Stories

The acne girl changed that. "Nonsense! What sort of child is this?", the man bellowed. "That a mere wolf could insult Icelanders! Thjis why does this nonsensical being still breathe?". "And why does your heart not beat?", I shot back. "Stormie enough! Now apologize", Massa says. I remain silent. I didn't plan to be rebellious, but what's the joy in being submissively stupid? I glare hotly at Massa. "If you expect me to be submissively stupid, think again. My name is Stormie, not Submi".

"We’re going to a fight. Juno has taken Storm. We are going to get him back, and we are going to burn whoever is standing in our way." A low, collective growl rose from the warriors. Storm was a favorite among the men, a fair but tough leader. The idea of him being tortured by a rogue was enough to set their blood on fire. Back at the main house, Sky had just arrived with Danica. The girl looked like a ghost, her eyes red and puffy, her hands shaking as she clutched a small bag. Aubrey met them at the door and immediately pulled Danica into a tight hug.

I’m about to say something truly violent when I catch something—someone—out of the corner of my eye. My blood runs cold. “Is that—” I squint. “Alexander?” Daniel turns to look. In the corner of the club is Alexander. Talking to someone I definitely recognize—Jake Storm. Influencer. Club-rat. Sleazy as hell. Always in some scandal on I*******m involving drugs, fights, or both. “What the hell is he doing with Jake Storm?” I mutter. Daniel’s expression darkens. “I knew something was off about him.” Alexander looks tense. Jake leans in, clearly trying to say something low. But Alexander shoves him. Hard.

the man said in a very angry tone. "Look Jay is very hard to crack but I promise you can have her, she is a virgin so she is worth the wait. I promise sir we had a deal, I'll slip something in her water." Stacy said to the very angry man. So she was selling us out what the hell.

"So. . . fire clan, huh?" Storm made a noise. It sounded like a chuckle. "I am, unfortunately, an ex - member of the fire clan." "And which of the other clans do you pledge allegiance to now?" Germaine had become less anxious. The sounds of the original dryads speaking fell away and she tuned fully into the conversation she was having with Storm. "None, my lady. I am a werewolf and that is all that matters," came his immediate reply. Before Germaine had the time to ask another question, Storm's words came out in a rush. "Would you like to hear some history about my people?"

“Forensics to keep us all from going to jail. I work for the Crime Scene Investigation unit.” “Storm?” “You’re going to love this…funeral director,” I tell him with amusement. “You’ve got to be shitting me!” Ajax exclaims. “I did not see that one coming!” Ajax laughs so hard he clutches his stomach. Jensen and I just shrug at one another. Owning and the funeral home is right up Storm’s alley. What most people don’t know about Storm is he is a Shaman. His parents raised him on the Chitimacha reservation. It’s important to him that souls are laid to rest properly.

Amelia’s fingers faltered for a moment, her gaze narrowing as she looked at the name “Jenkins?” **[What the heck! Saint Emperor!]** **[This streamer is awesome! The very next day, Saint Emperor is sending meteor showers! So envious!]** But it didn’t stop there. The system alert sounded again! **[Saint Emperor VIP Jenkins has sent two meteor showers in Harmony Clinic’s livestream, and 100 Star Rivers will be randomly dropped in the stream!]**

“Here, I've got a deal for you. If you don’t accept that girl as your Luna, I will kill your mother. She’s getting too cocky, and I would have killed her long ago if it weren’t for you.” What a fucking asshole. He would kill Storm’s mother? And why wasn't she the fucking Luna? I took a good look at Storm. He had black hair like his father, but I now notice his eyes are blue like his mother’s. He had a strong jaw and some stubble. He was tall and had very broad shoulders. Storm had taken off his jacket and was wearing only a t-shirt. I could see that his lower arms had a bunch of tattoos. He was actually pretty fucking good-looking for the son of a dickface. Not that it fucking mattered. I wa

Breck rushed toward us, stopping us before we reached the stage. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea. Things have spiraled out of control. We had to break up a few fights already. Members are saying that Stormie should be executed. She claims that Stormie locked her up, which is why she is only stepping forward now.” Breck’s voice was low as he leaned toward Axel, but I could hear him clearly. “She is playing the victim.” Axel didn’t seem fazed as he patted Breck’s shoulder and moved past him, pulling me with him.

Stormee stood up and paced the carpet. "He admitted being behind the poisoning..." I sighed, and Stormee's eyes flashed with thunders of rage. She was a scary being when mad. I feel sorry for our king because I am sure he will be there soon enough to be at the end of that. "Alright, Storm, calm down before you cause a hurricane around..." Petra said, and she sighed, "I am calm, this is me fucking calm!" she said, and I chuckled.