Storm Avenger Novels & Stories

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

The Pacific sky was an ink-black canvas torn apart by forks of violet lightning. Inside the cockpit of the high-altitude interceptor, the console lights cast a sharp crimson glow across Ava’s face. The twin engines roared with a deafening hum as she pushed the throttle forward, rocketing the jet directly through the wall of a Category 4 hurricane. "Sonar array deployed," Ava muttered into her comms headset, her voice steady despite the violent turbulence shaking the chassis. She reached for the dashboard, flipping a covered toggle switch. A needle-thin automated line connected directly to a small port on her wrist, drawing a microscopic sample of her blood and vaporizing it into an aerosol c

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

ALPHA HUNTER BOOK 2 AVA I stood by the window, rubbing my arms up and down as I waited for his return. It was raining outside. I couldn't help but worry. After all, despite the arrogance and devilish looks, he is still my mate. I looked off to the empty space but then a face came to mind. The face of that strange godlike man who I had bumped into earlier today. And his sea blue eyes that looked almost like a reptile's.

whispered the driver of the Avanza car beside Arto in Javanese. Arto sighed as he looked up and watched the branches and canopy of trees sway in the wind. He then looked down again and looked at his friend. “You're a wolf-shifter. A strong but cowardly. It's ridiculous.” The Jeep driver laughed. “This forest actually looks beautiful, you know? Arto is right. You're ridiculous. A wolf-shifter who's afraid of the forest? Seriously?”

He drops to one knee in front of me and bows his head, I look at both Clay and Bellona puzzled by the man's actions. “Please stand, I am…” He stands and stops me mid sentence. “I know who you are, Alpha. I just never realised you had returned” The stranger says before turning to Bellona “Bellona, apologies” Then to Clayton “My apologies, Alpha we have had quite a few attacks lately and it is breeding season for us” “I understand, I am Alpha Clayton Blackridge of Lobo Sombra, and this is my mate Luna Enyo Burnside,” Clayton says, holding out his hand to the other man. My wolf is purring in the way Clay refers to us as his Luna.

he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows. "Actually, he is newly mated and doing well by all accounts." Brand tried to control the anger and sarcasm in his voice. This man would surely pay for his insolence. "I'm sure they'll have young in no time at all." Brand crossed his arms over his chest, flung his hair out of his eyes and stood to his full impressive height. He may not be the Alpha of his clan, despite his machinations, but he was still a Sköll warrior. He would not let anyone insult him, or his clan – no matter their rank. His wolf paced within him in indignation. It took an extreme act of will not to simply let the beast out t

It coaxed me out of my pillow fort of memories and back to the bright realm of my unfortunate reality. Cautiously I opened my eyes. Two faces swam into focus. One was Logan, I knew him immediately. He looked worried but relief flooded over him as I blinked. The other face I didn't know and I shrank back when it came into focus. The stranger raised his empty hands palms out towards me and stepped away. "I mean you no harm." He said softly. His voice was the hot cocoa. "Silver, this is Bartholomew Skye. He's our new pack healer."

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."