Red Storm 2 Novels & Stories

Storm whipped around to face him, blood dripping from his mouth, soaking the fur on his face. “Surrender,” Storm said, his fur bristled. But instead, Gamma Stone attacked. He hurled himself into the air, and Storm jumped to meet him mid-attack. We collided, and both wolves fell to the ground. We rolled on the ground, jaws snapping.

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.

~128~ Two months later Carmelo “Hey, baby. Your man is back. Sorry I took longer today.” I grabbed the curtains and pulled them aside. The sun lit up the room. “I’ll go and grab you a change of clothes.” Storm said, standing by the exit. “You have your own room in heaven, Storm.” I replied. “Stop being dramatic. And cut the hunger strike the hell up, you look like a malnutritioned prick. It’s not like she’ll wake up if you stop eating.” I sneered at her.

Behind us, a floorboard creaks, someone shifting in the living room. I stare at the video until my vision blurs, until I can’t tell if the wetness in my eyes is tears or pure adrenaline. I force myself to breathe in, out, like I’m prepping for an incision. I look at Dawson. His hands are shaking. Not with weakness. With restraint. With everything in him screaming to become a storm. I reach out and put my hand over his, pinning his phone gently between us like I’m anchoring him to the present.

Storm second away from breaking. Shit.

Moments later I feel the headphones placed over my ears and the deafening sound of the storm is muffled. Raven I'm worried about Anita. She not only went to see Joe but there's a current storm going on outside and I'm the only one known to calm her down. Amelia is scared asking for her mother while clinging to my right side. Anita is the only one who can calm her during a storm, even if Anita is scared of them herself.

“Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.” What does he mean by pet storm? Is someone from Tempest a traitor? If they are, they will die a slow, painful death by the time I’m done with that person. Assuming I make it out of this house alive. Razor comes for my left eye, but the pain doesn’t make me scream like he wants. No, I laugh first, then yell with pain. I wonder if Ryder will give me a glass eye after this? Do they make robotic ones yet? Only the best for his baby brother. Right?

"Take it easy, mom. He's not the only one that can cook, ladies can do almost everything too,' Stormi added as she rolled her eyes at me and then, I noticed her eyes shoned red a bit, her scent was slightly leaking out of her and she didn't seem to notice either or rather didn't want to be bothered by it. The colour of her changed for a moment and her fangs seemed to be growing out. That was strange.

“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

Storm Storm “Could we all take our seats please, we need to get this meeting started,” Alpha Rossi, said, grabbing the attention of everyone present in the conference room, as he entered the room with his Luna at his side. Taking my seat beside Doyle once again, I looked up to where Alpha and Luna Rossi were sitting at the head of the table.