Ride The Storm Novels & Stories

The cloud swirled and drew closer to our group. Fifi and Nalu panicked and stayed close to us and the little island of Silisk’s dead skin. We could hear the others screaming and the metahumans rushing to the other’s side to protect them. Before the storm could make contact with any of us, the triton began to absorb the storm. Byron and I fought to keep ourselves from being overwhelmed with the force that we almost sunk where we stood. And then, finally, it was over. No longer was there any storm that kept us trapped. All we saw at that moment was clear skies.

Storm grouses. “Well, I’m the one that got him released early and without probation. You have known him all of a week and I for years. Carley and Amy for even longer. We know who that kid truly is on the inside. If we say he is a good man, then he is. Criminal record or not,” Ryder deadpans with eyes so cold that I’m starting to fear Storm’s safety if he continues attempting to besmirch my Chaos boy. “Yes sir,” Storm says with a gulp knowing he has offended his boss. Ryder hums in reply. His next assignment is going to suck for him.

“You’re playing with fire, Storm. You know this could blow up in your face even more, right?” “Maybe,” Storm muttered, his jaw set. “But I need to see this through. Just one more time.” Jetro stepped back, a look of disappointment in his eyes. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” Storm barely heard him as he grabbed his coat, his mind racing with a mix of guilt, dread, and lingering frustration. As he headed out the door, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was standing on the edge of a precipice, one wrong step away from losing everything he hadn’t even realized he’d wanted.

Visibility plummeted to near zero, and even Tristan's acute wolf senses struggled to penetrate the veil. The storm's fury intensified, and a flash flood swept through the valley, washing away tracks and scents. Tristan adapted, drawing upon his knowledge of the terrain and wolf behavior to navigate the chaos. Just when it seemed impossible to continue, a faint howl pierced the storm's cacophony. Tristan's heart racing, he followed the cry, his wolf instincts guiding him through the tempest.

I order calmly. The nearest servant jumps immediately. “Y-yes, Luna.” The doors swing open as thunder cracks overhead and cold wind rushes inside, lifting strands of my hair. I look at one of the Omegas rushing around, “Don’t tell Pierre I left.” I smile and she looks confused but nods nonetheless. The horses surge forward. And I don’t look back. Not once. The storm gets worse halfway through the mountain pass. Rain slams violently against the carriage roof while thunder shakes the entire road beneath us, trees bending dangerously in the wind outside the windows.

They also took Satyria, Natalya, and Nymyra. “Fuck.” I hear Thomas say. “What my plan worked great. These three kids will bring you tons of cash.” Darrius’s guy states. “You have no idea what you have done.” I gasp. A few of my guys run in and tell me that a storm is rolling in fast, just as a deafening clap of thunder is heard. I stand there and close my eyes as I feel my entire island jumps up and drops back down like it is possessed. Only two people I know can make an entire island rise and drop like this. I slam the door shut, knowing it won’t keep them out, and grab my head. The three little kids wake up at that moment. I hear the little girl, and one of the boys say, mommy.

“Let the storm watch you take what you need.” Elena sank down onto his thick length with a moan, the position allowing gravity to help her take him impossibly deep. She began to move — slow rolls of her hips at first, then faster, bouncing on his cock as rain continued to splash across her bouncing breasts and stomach. Damian’s hands guided her, occasionally slapping her ass with sharp, stinging smacks that only heightened her arousal. His fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight circles while thunder rolled overhead. Lightning flashed again, briefly illuminating their joined bodies — her riding him frantically, his powerful thighs flexing beneath her, rain glistening on their skin. She came

A wave of desire surged straight to my brain, and a fierce heat built low in my belly. His hands kept rubbing my soft spot. The other men behind him lost patience. "Come on, Steve, just tear 'em."

There was only the sound of the rushing river. "What is it, Niamh?" her honey-blond companion asked, pulling her hand out of the water, slight concern in her sapphire-blue eyes. The sky began to dim as clouds began to form. Niamh frowned, sniffed, and slowly stood up. She raised a finger to silence the noble elfmaiden beside her. Three dark riders appeared at the top of the far hill, and a threatening rumbling began rolling on behind them. The three figures sat silent and still, swiftly surveying the field, trees, and river. They seemed to ignore the two sitting by the water.

“So, when would I be moving in?” Storm asks, striving for the most part as they have traversed the entirety of the clan, to get rid of the feeling with smallness which Kaden’s rebuke had donned on her. She was more than that. She was not small. Her face was straight, with chin up, as she gazed into the blueness of Kaden’s eyes, her resolve not weakening, her stance not shaking, even when he took a few steps in her direction.