Storm Hawks Starling Novels & Stories

It was ridiculous and perfect. Sterling had also flown in Noah’s closest friends from his college team at Greyhollow State, home of the Greyhollow Direwolves. They arrived in custom alumni polos and with enough beer in tow to stock the island for a month. There were hugs, chirps, and immediate arm wrestling challenges. Not to be outdone, Sterling had brought in a few of his own teammates from his brief but dazzling stint in the NHL. The moment they stepped off the plane, the current Stormriders had lost their collective minds.

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

Storm doesn't just do that. If anything? She's the one who barks at me to carry my phone everywhere in case of emergency. She's not the loosed type, like me. I don't know why but in all my thinking and worrying, instead of driving back to New York, I find myself at the airport. Parking the car in an empty slot, I dialed Stormy's number again and by God! It rings. I'm overjoyed when she picks too. "Storm! Are you alr..."

*ping* I pull my tablet from my bag and have a look at it, it would seem it’s time for the grand finale an close curtain call. Hello, I’d like to report two illegal aliens entering your country at the Northern back port.... yes I’m certain.... I’ve even got their photographs I can send you.... you’re quite welcome I hang up the phone. I wonder when this Storm Cloud of mine will stop Raging? I turn to his voice, Fred is standing by the door leaning on the frame watching me while shaking his head. Not to worry my love, very soon the Raging Storm will pass and then there’d be the calm with blue skies and fresh breeze.

I watch from my desk chair as Starling flicks her wheat blonde hair over her shoulder and lets out a heavy sigh; her cosmic tattoos are slowly darkening back to their natural black. “I told you, nothing short of accepting her as your mate is going to calm down Asher.” Starling explains as she drops herself onto the sofa against the far wall of my office; she spreads herself out until the full two-seater is completely taken up by her. She’s been saying the same thing for the last six months but it's hard to listen to her when my Beta is constantly reminding me of the disasters that would come from claiming a wolfless Omega as mine.

Every thought was right there on her beautiful face. Movement on the edge of the ridge caught his eye. “Quick, get your video camera.” She picked up the equipment and said, “Where?” Chase pointed to the sky. “There. Two red-tailed hawks are hovering on a thermal.” “I see them.” They didn’t speak, just watched the grace of the birds. Circling higher, swooping down, then floating, remaining so still they’d look like blots on the horizon to the casual observer. After the birds drifted away, she shut off her camera and faced him. “Thank you.”

And then the sky came alive. A flock of large, silver-winged hawks burst from the atmosphere, their wings slicing through the mist, catching the sunlight like liquid metal. They dove and soared in perfect synchrony, their calls echoing across the valley. Storme’s lips parted slightly. “I’ve never seen them this close before.” “They don’t trust many, especially humans,” I said, watching her as she watched them. “But if you stand still long enough…” I held her hand and stretched it out towards the birds.

Nay, there had never really been any choice. Hawk's eyes searched the night sky for yet another falling star. He intended to wish upon every one for the rest of his life if necessary. Surely ten thousand wishes could undo one. But the cloud cover had returned and there wasn't one flicker of a star to be seen in the absolute dark-ness that surrounded him.

Yi Ru Wan crossed her arms and watched the scene with an entertained smirk. 'Hmph! Just an ugly cripple. You think you're qualified to stand by my Brother Tian's side?' If it weren't for the crowds deafening roar, she would've shouted for the wench to feel shame and go die in a rathole. The hovership, silver in color with a shark-like sharp front, descended to the ground and silently powered off. Its top and sides slid back, revealing the two figures sitting side-by-side. Similar in style to the ships before the Great War, the only difference was its ability to travel both underwater and above the clouds.

Their sharp claws were shining, and the air cracked wherever they flew past. The eyes of the two Silver Wing Eagles were locked on a single target–Harvey. Harvey’s expression changed when he saw the eagles, and he could not help but take a cold breath. In the next second, Harvey panicked as he shouted, “Brother eagles, I’m Harvey from Celestial Wood Altar. We meet all the time. You don’t know me?” Harvey started to move aside to avoid them. The two big eagles were really smart and understood Harvey’s words, but they did not stop. They continued to wave their claws and charged towards Harvey.