Storm Avenger Novels & Stories

She didn’t want to get caught at it, but he was interesting in the way that he didn’t look like anyone else. She’d found her sister’s mate, Castor, so exotic because of his half-shaved head, beard, and tattoos. He’d looked like a Viking warrior. Agnar was markedly different, though he wore his hard past like a garment. His hair was long on top, but the sides were shaved. He kept his tied in a knot high up on his head and didn’t braid or adorn it in any way. He wore all black, which suited him. It set off his mahogany hair and beard with the few silver strands shot through and his strange, silver eyes.

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.”

The call resonated through the trees, summoning her pack to converge on her location, their eager growls filling the air. Ava, with a surge of primal ferocity, aimed a precise strike at his vulnerable throat, unleashing a primal rage that coursed through her veins. The rest of the pack descended upon him with a voracious hunger, tearing into his flesh with savage determination. Limb from limb, they ripped apart the monstrous entity that had once been Royce DeVayne, leaving nothing but a gruesome testament to their vengeance. No longer a wolf in sheep's clothing, nor the tormented soul of Kate Rouen, Ava Anderson emerged from the shadows as the embodiment of the Okami. Her eyes burned with an

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

He said, I immediately pushed the door opened walked down, the black man walked towards us and he beamed happily at me. “Hey, you must be Davina, I’m Alex, nice to finally meet you.” The man said with a wide smile spread across his face. Just then, my cellphone began to ring and it was Raven, I picked it up after smiling apologetically at Alex. “Hey, I see you’ve met my stepbrother Alex.” Raven said, I smiled. Alex is also werewolf. “Yes, he is standing right before me!” I said, Alex smiled. He walked over to Raiden and they hugged, they seemed to like each other a lot, Raiden wore a beautiful smile on his face as he stared at his brother.

She turned around to face the other mana, Raven whose eyes were now red although he was smiling with a very tender expression on his face,” “You don’t understand my dear. It is not just about your powers, or the mating, it's way more than that. You have a very good reason to stay” He said, and Storm felt her anger slowly dissipating as she listened to him. “Really?” She said, “Then tell me what possible reason do you guys have for wanting me to stay?” “Because Storm,” Tasha whispered, “Raven is your father.”

The only sound was the soft hum of the car's engine and the rhythmic pattern of raindrops against the windows. As they neared their ominous destination, Carver's voice, low and almost shaky, pierced the stillness, "There are three predetermined courses tonight, varying intensities. If you truly wish to witness everything, I need to ensure that's indeed your desire." Ava's soft but resolute voice responded, "I need to see the worst. I need to understand the depth of it." Carver, eyes fixated on the passing scenery, responded, "They will ensure you're removed if you attempt to intervene or prevent any of it. Regardless of your reactions, it will proceed. Tell me you understand this."

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Smoke peeled away, shrieking as her fire devoured it. Finally, with a last scream, the avatar collapsed, shadows scattering into the storm like ashes. Silence fell, broken only by the ragged breaths of her wolves. Raven shifted back, collapsing to her knees beside Ragnar. Her hands shook as she touched his chest, desperate, terrified. His skin was clammy, blood still flowing from the wound at his temple. “Stay with me,” she whispered fiercely, pressing her palm to the gash, pouring what little healing energy she could muster into him.

“Need a report on the Ravens’ movements,” he said. “Scanning now,” replied one of his teammates. — Pilot: Silvermoon Role: Advanced Reconaissance Loadout: Hrothgar Tyr “Dark Elf” Covert Operations Chassis [A] Federal Shipyards “Wasphive” Needle Rifle [B] Federal Shipyards “Beehive” Rocket Pod SM [B] Universal Mechanics “Omniscope” Ultimate Sensor Package SM [A]