Storm Avenger Novels & Stories

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

He was trying to keep his tone steady, but I could hear the anger under it, he wasn’t angry at me, he was angry that I ended up hurt under his watch. I tried sitting up again. The pain stabbed through my head but I ignored it. “I want to go back,” I said. His expression changed. The anger faded, replaced by a colder look. “Back where?” “Blackfang,” I said. “I need to finish what I started. My revenge isn’t done.” “No,” he said immediately. Anger flared inside me. “You said I could leave once I’m strong enough.” “And you’re not,” he replied. “Not yet.”

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."

He dismisses her with an order. Almost an hour goes by as Azraiel makes several calls for help and assistance. He just leaned back in his chair when he hears the knock on his door. It’s Ayleen…but… “Come in.” Ayleen opens the door and walks in. Behind her is a deathly pale guy with black hair. His wolf wants to snap his teeth at him but Azraiel calms him down. He needs this man right now. “Azraiel, this is Victor, the vampire I told you about.”

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

“His heart is mine. And factory settings are my Special area, you damn tin box.” I pulled the trigger. It was the last shot in the magazine. The heavy kinetic projectile hit exactly in the shoulder of the avatar, right there, where the arm sat on with the plasma blade. The synthetic casing cracked. Blue Cooling fluid splashed out, and the arm of the avatar leaked uncontrolled to the side. The distraction lasted only a tenth of a second. But for Kael it was an eternity. The Apex came off the ground. He didn't go back, he rammed all his,

Maverick conveyed cockily and cut off the call. BANG! Aviva slapped the table angrily, her whole body trembling in fury. "That Vandenberg jerk has gone too far. I really want to kill him. How could he? How could he... Valencia had gone through a lot." Aviva broke down in tears immediately. Raven sighed and wrapped her hand around Aviva to hug and comfort her. Even though her heart clenched in pain, she tried to stay rational and not agitated. "He's giving it his all to bait us. What do we do?"

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

The portable bypass machine was strapped to his chest, its blue LED screen flickering against the spray of the sea. "On three!" Vogel shouted. "One... two... three!" They shoved the sled into the primary raft. Avery jumped after it, her boots hitting the rubberized floor with a bone-jarring thud. Vogel followed, clutching a waterproof case of emergency stimulants. Marcus gave a single, sharp dip of the plane’s wings—a silent salute from a man who knew he was flying back into a court-martial—and then the Gulfstream roared, banking hard to the north to draw the Ares radar signatures away from the island.

To not hurt the angel in his arms. But all in vain. Scooping her small frame in his huge body. Her hugs her, hiding her in his belly. Covering her up entirely. And a final strike of thunder hits the ground they stand on. And that was it, the ground opens up. With the screams of Nooooo echoing behind and the world literally falling on them. It takes them down along to the centre of the storm, from where there was no coming back. With his big frame protecting her. Shielding her. They fall into the depths of unknown. His last words being. I love you too, my Little Dove.