Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

He’d given Blackclaw back to its rightful name without hesitation, and he’d done it with this steady calm I was starting to depend on more than I wanted to admit. “You ready?” he asked. Not really. But close enough. I inhaled, steadying myself. The ceremony wasn’t loud or extravagant. It didn’t need to be. My people were alive. My land was free. That was enough. When the elders placed the obsidian crown against my forehead, something inside my chest eased—like the last piece of a puzzle I’d been carrying since childhood finally locked in. “Eliana Stormwolf of Shadow Pack,” they said, voices rising with a weight I felt deep in my bones. “Your bloodline returns home.”

One possibility after another flashed through his mind, but there was no turning back. He wandered through the unfamiliar streets of a foreign city. Thunder split the sky, and heavy rain began to fall. People on the street ran for shelter and hurried home to escape the storm, but Marcus had nowhere to go. He walked in the rain and repeated Yara’s name under his breath. Before long, he was completely soaked. His phone suddenly rang. He picked it up with a flicker of hope. It was a message from Yelena. [Marcus, come back.]

He hissed and drank his tea with one sip as he bent up his head while drinking it so fast. “We are going with my newest cruise…” Johnny threw his sight outside the open door. He rose and stood in front of the door. His two hands were clenched together in backside. “You mean ‘We’? Are you in?” Angelo curled his nose. His eyes were widened in a big surprise. He sniffled and looked at Johnny’s back who was wearing an upper outfit like a kimono model. Johnny beamed and gave his quick nod. “I want to see Fred Tiger face and Irène for the last time before we are going to make a deal!” He answered with his cold tone.

That Johnny had never been far from the truth, and he had actually killed their parents, and he had originally come here intending to kill him too, but now here the boy was in his arms. “You are a man, Johnny. That is what draws the line between men and boys. Boys sit and cry about the situation. Men stand to challenge it and take control. Be a little man for Alisa, will you?” Jayden said, still locked in the embrace and rolling his eyes, trying to stop his tears from falling. Johnny drew in one last sniff and slowly went quiet. Outside, a few clouds were gathering and it made the darkness come a little quicker, the first rain of the year about to fall. Jayden tucked Johnny in the bed, asked

Adrian said as he suddenly appeared next to them. Johnny's face turned stiff. He understood that Adrian had most likely wised up to his tricks a long time ago and was merely playing a game of cat and mouse with him. Furious, Johnny threw away the broom in his hand and said, "I quit!" "You quit?" Adrian repeated as he looked at the man in black, who remained silent. Johnny was a man who was protected, while Adrian had nobody except for his fists. "Don't you wish to remain as Dieter's apprentice and inherit all his glory?"

Their intentions were nice, but I didn’t want anything to do with a Lamberti or someone close to the Lamberti’s and I had a job search to continue. “I’m here to tell you that I won’t abandon family and that includes baby Lamberti and I know you don’t want our money, which is completely fine, but when the baby gets here I will also be here, just giving you a heads up,” Johnny spoke and stood up from the couch before he fixed his suit. “And I came to check up on you, but you look like you’re holding up.” He shrugged his shoulder. Johnny was a nice person but definitely shit in reading others because I felt awful.

"...unusual readings off the southern coast. Meteorologists are calling it a tropical depression, but with no precedent. The system is forming at least three weeks ahead of seasonal models. Officials urge residents to..." Mara went absolutely still. Kane lifted his head. "That's not right," she whispered. "It wasn't supposed to start for another... it was supposed to be day ninety. The first storm. It was ninety days." The silver letters rolled across the air in front of her, slowly, and she read them twice before she could believe them. DAYS UNTIL THE FIRST STORM: 45. (REVISED) NOTE: The timeline has been altered. "What does it say?" Kane asked.

Then, he smiled, his teeth stained red. "I have a rule, Juno," Storm whispered. "And what’s that?" "I only work for an Alpha. A real one. And that is Travis Thorne. I don't take orders from trash that hides in the woods like a mangy dog." Juno’s expression didn't change, but the air in the room grew colder. He released Storm’s chin and took a slow sip of his whiskey. "I’m disappointed," Juno said. "I thought you were smarter than this. You’re choosing to die in a basement for a man who thinks you’re just a tool."

Like even fear had to lower its voice under summer-blue sky. I sat at the small table near the grill with a drink sweating in my hand, something Liberty had mixed with the confidence of a woman who believed citrus could fix trauma. Condensation cooled my palm, but my pulse stayed warm and restless. Dawson stood at the BBQ. Apron on. Tongs in hand. Storm grey eyes narrowed in concentration as if he were defusing something delicate instead of turning burgers. And for a moment, just a moment, he looked like a normal man.

Shiloh said bluntly, eyes narrowing as she studied Sophie. Before Sophie could bristle, Johnny appeared, towel slung around his shoulders, grinning like a wolf himself. “Too young? She fights like she isn’t young. Hell, she fights better than half this sorry lot.” Shiloh’s mouth tugged into something like agreement. “True enough.” She jerked her chin toward her suite. “You want a real shower, use mine. I’ve even got something sexy you can wear after, take the heat off those bitches.”