Rinmaru Tempest Novels & Stories

Tatum pulls the beautiful female to him. “This is Carmon, my Luna” He says as he places a kiss on her cheek, she playfully swats him away. “Carmon, this is Alpha Clayton and Alpha Enyo” He introduces us to his mate. Her eyes go wide as she looks at me as a huge smile spreads over her face.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

I had no idea how strong she was, but she had been strong enough to enchant me for weeks, but I didn’t think that she could be stronger than Kiran. I drove up the dirt road, and Raven turned toward me as she stood at the edge of the protective circle around the house. She looked at me and lifted her hand while her lips moved. I felt the Jeep brake and turn as it started to roll, and I hit my head against the door panel. I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt and I tumbled about as the Jeep rolled into the forest and slammed to a stop against two trees.

*Dust* The grip on my arm loosens, but I don’t dare move. I can feel the heat radiating from River Tempest, the Alpha of the Silverfang pack, as he stands before me, a force of nature that commands both awe and fear. His presence is electric, igniting something deep within me, a spark I didn’t know existed. I can’t understand it; I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m just Dust, the servant of a pack that barely acknowledges my existence. But here, standing before this warrior Alpha, I feel seen.

Adam stormed into his mansion like a raging storm, the door slamming behind him so hard it rattled the chandelier. His shirt clung to his chest with sweat, his breathing harsh, every muscle in his body trembling with fury. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the quiet house, each one heavier than the last. The ticking clock on the wall read 8:06 p.m., but time no longer mattered, not when his entire world was unraveling before him. Upstairs, Evelyn stirred from her nap, startled by the loud crash. She threw on her robe and hurried down the hallway. “Adam?” she called, her voice anxious.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

As in! Storm Haha, he’s connecting the dots I see, I get to the stage and Freddie takes my hand as I ascend the steps, he places his hand on the small of my back and kisses my temple. Introduce yourself my love Good evening everyone, my name is Storm Burgesse, daughter of Trillionaire Tycoon Stormas and Thalia Burgesse of Diamond City, I also have three other alias’s I go by I turn to face Dastan who seems to be on the verge of fainting in the corner.

CHAPTER 130 — THE GHOST OF EVERYTHING The storm had grown to a crescendo, a living, breathing entity of wind, shadow, and energy that clawed at their senses. Riven and Luca stood at the centre, threads of golden-red and shadow-black swirling violently around them, resisting the pull of the world-shattering tempest. And there it was—him. Or rather, something that resembled him.

Kayo flips through the rain, tails glowing brighter, foxfire mixing with blood droplets into pink-violet fireworks. Rowan’s gravity spell stabilizes—pages stop tearing. Nerida’s tentacles brighten, voids purring content. Remy rides beside me, hand brushing mine mid-carve. **Remy (mind-to-mind, pack bond warm):** “Show us the new stuff, Luna.” I grin. Chain into **Blood Hurricane**—controlled vortex. A 200-meter blood tornado spins up around the main pipe—razor edges contained, pulling us higher, faster, safer.

Vesper sat alone in a niche, a shredded glass in his hand, and observed the few guests with bored precision. When Raven sat at her table, not even a muscle in her face. “Carter,” she said, and her voice was a dark, velvety whistle. ‘I have belongs, there was a thunderstorm in sector seven. And where it flashes, you are usually the one who triggers the strike.’ “The Anderswelt bleeds, Vesper,” said Raven, leaning so close that he could perceive sharp smell of ozone on its skin. “Everyone builds