Salty's Stormy Tale Novels & Stories

“Do you even hear yourself? You’re talking about a child like it’s just another pawn in your little power game.” Storm’s face darkened, but before he could respond, Scarlet held up a hand, stopping him. “You know what?” she said, her voice icy. “It doesn’t matter. Because I don’t even know if I’m pregnant. And even if I was, I wouldn’t let you use our child the way you’ve used me.” Storm didn’t say anything, but the look on his face told her everything she needed to know. He was angry, frustrated, and maybe even a little scared. But that wasn’t her problem. Not anymore.

All Kale does when he comes around is to drink and finish my cereal. "Fancy you calling me" David sassed. "Don't be a dick this early in the morning" I snap, pinching the bridge of my nose. "What do you want?" "I need to talk to you...um...about Stormy" I insinuated. There's a long stretch of silence. "She travelled for Canada this morning" David says. "I know" I confess and my heart is beating against it's ribcage like hell, I'm going to loose my heart. "Is...is she coming back though?"

he points at little stormy who is hugging herself, wide-eyed at the declarations. I know it's taking him everything to say this out loud. To admit it. Sarah doesn’t say a word-not as she can- but a tear slides down her eyes. “That’s right. The moment I knew you were only here to report back to the council, it all meant nothing to me. you meant nothing to me. and now you have sealed your fates. I protect what's mine.” He turns to look at little stormy. “and Storm…. She is mine.”

He whispered brokenly, his shaking hand coming up to cover his mouth. Now Storm was just confused., although deep down she was drawn to this stranger, she felt her soul reaching out to him. “Uhmmm,” She muttered looking now at Tasha who was also staring at the man with tears streaking down her cheeks, “Can anyone tell me what is going on here?” Tasha faced her with red eyes and smiled sadly, then laughed wiping her tears, “It is a long story Storm. One which would really interest you,” Storm frowned, backing up as the man took a few more steps closer to her.

(ARES) Everything in me begged to stop, but Storm was strangely exhilarated. He never cared about women. I didn't know what it was about her that made him horny, too. He craved her, just as much as I did. "I want to bite her and then lick her off... She smells delicious!" Storm said in a strange moan, which made me want to run far away from her. I licked my lips as I looked into her gray eyes, full of dark, dangerous storms, pulling me in, calling to my every sense.

“We both wish we could lock you away, keep you untouched. But I don’t care about who was first—only that I’m your last.” I seized her nape, kissing her fiercely, tongues colliding until we were gasping for breath. Our foreheads pressed together, heat pulsing between us. “Come, Sweet Thing,” I growled. “Storm wants blood, and only you can soothe him. Will you let him take over?” Her tongue flicked across her lips, and Storm surged forward. My eyes glowed gold. “Hello, mate.” Her breath hitched. ‘Storm—be gentle.’

She staggered out of the hall. Outside, heavy rain poured. She walked into it without noticing it. The cold raindrops hit her face and ran down like tears. But she could not shed a single one. She did not know where she was going. She wandered through the streets without direction. A car stopped beside her. The window rolled down. Marcus’ cold, sharp face appeared. “Get in.” Yara did not answer. She dragged her heavy body through the rain. Marcus frowned and said more firmly, “Get in.”

Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest. The pages smelled like burnt ink and blood; the cries of the people filled the air. "Run, Eliana!" Her mother's voice, filled with pain, echoed in her mind. "Run, don't look back!" She screamed. The child scrambled off the oak tree with tears almost blinding her; she made a run for it. The white-haired woman with icy silver eyes wielding a flaming sword appeared in the ruin. "Where is she?" she barked at Kimberly, the fated mate of Alpha Orin Stormwolf. The Alpha was gutted open on his throne by Damon Blackclaw, the Alpha of the enemy pack, and his Beta, Brian Paw.

He never once told them to stop until the last bucket was empty. He slowly walked over to her, bent down, and wiped her cheek with a silk handkerchief. But his words were sharp and cruel. "Sandra is awake. She doesn't blame you for cursing her and forgives you. She even said it wasn't really you who did it, but you were possessed." He paused. "I had my men prepare the salt water for you. It's supposed to ward off evil spirits, but it won't do anything unless you're soaked in it for 72 hours."

My heart thrummed. It was nice seeing him ask for it. It was nice seeing him not pretend for once. Slowly I slid my finger into his hole, making a beeline for his prostate. When I found it, I pressed it on. His body tightened, as I had pulled on his string. “Ahh, hnnggg. Fuck.” His breath grew deeper. I continued bobbing my head on his cock, his precum melting on my tongue. Usually, I hate salty things. But this was from Tommy, I didn’t care how salty it was, I wanted to gulp until I filled my stomach.