Johnny Storm Powers Novels & Stories

V.S.G Comic Universe presents: Versatile Real name: John John Age: 17 years old John John comes from another multiverse called Mannune universe. He was raised in an orphanage home. He absconded at age ten. He started hustling on the streets from ten year old. He discovered his powers at age 15 years. Origin: Mannune Universe Race: Black Abilities: Superspeed(almost as fast as the speed of light) Superstrength(close to that of Hercules)

he tosses out. "My boss can't afford to lose me." Johnny Ford knows I'm his bread and butter and I draw beginners and BDSM legends to his slimy-assed club. At five foot six and a hundred and forty pounds, I'm not small. It took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle. Those muscles can wield a whip to perfection. I have come to terms with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins makes me wish I were five two and built like Angela. Argh, the man is a devil as his name suggests. He needs to leave.

But then again, I guess I’ve been so consumed in what’s going on with Aella and my stress that I didn’t realize that his aura was different, that he seems more… powerful. We insist that he practices with us and he does. It takes him a couple more tries before he can light the orbs in his hands by himself, but with the help of my grandfather threatening me, that seems to help. I can’t help but smirk. My mate channels his power when it comes to me. I love that.

The other two were easy to kill, but I remained close to the building, making it hard for people to shoot me. Storm, however, was just killing as many soldiers as possible. He is a fucking beast. A bullet hit his shoulder, but he kept going. Soon there weren’t many soldiers left, so it was easier to shoot. But Storm looked around and, without thinking, jumped straight through one of the glass windows of the building. I followed and found Storm shifted back, bleeding from several places. “The fucking bullet needs to come out for me to heal.” Storm growled, and he pointed to his shoulder.

There is something in her which is dragging him towards her. Since Storm has seen her he is almost out of his control and being rebellious. The more Daxon thinks about hurting her the more Storm starts rebelling and always promises to him that he will protect her from his own human form. The inner battle inside him is going on since the ball between Storm and Daxon. And both of them are alpha personalities so no one is going to give up this soon.

“To you, Magnus, I promise more than a woman. I promise a prophecy waiting to bloom. The human Luna carries the power to tip the balance of every pack. Stormfang knows it—that’s why Lucian bleeds himself across half the kingdoms hunting her. He fears what others will do if they touch her first.” “And you,” Magnus said, voice low, “would place her in my hands.” Lilith stepped closer, the fire painting her pale skin in shades of gold and shadow. “You want power. I want revenge. With her as your prize, Stormfang’s Alpha will kneel—or he will burn.” A murmur swept through the hall again, sharper this time, tinged with hunger. Wolves shifted forward in their seats, their eyes gleaming.

But neither Storm nor I felt any of those things. ‘He’s the one,’ she confirmed. ‘That flame inside of him is his humanity. Somehow, someway, he held onto enough of it that it’s repairing itself.’ This demon wasn’t here to harm us. He was here to fight with us. Storm was truly an amazing warrior. She wasn’t just a wolf when she fought but was fire given purpose. Her movements were fluid and devastating. Her instincts guided each move that she made. Each strike was honed by centuries of fighting.

“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

So they are working double time to catch up. I can’t say much. I remember what it was like when I first shifted and had to play catch up on all things werewolf, including training. Plus, I get to be part of Leo’s training - I’m all in for any excuse to touch them. Lunar and Storm have been getting along great and training in wolf form and their powers. Storm was so accurately named as she can generate and change the weather. It’s freaking wild.