Novel & Cerita Storm King Book

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.”

Once I was suited up and ready to hit the competition floor, security blocked my path. Alfred was there, looming beside them. His eyes were stormy as he pointed at me, his voice booming, "That's the guy who crashed the event. Kick him out now!" The guard eyed me with a stern look. "Sir, your invitation, please." I raised an eyebrow and replied, "I'm the one running the show here. No invite needed." The words had barely left my lips when Alfred's mocking laughter cut through the air. "This event is the brainchild of Ms. Smith and her husband. Nelson, are you going to stand there and tell me you're Ms. Smith's husband? What's the hold-up? Get this liar out of here!"

I couldn’t wait to give her writhing and moaning for me again. I’d prayed for Elder Byron to keep his mouth shut but apparently I was hoping for too much. “So this is the reason why you keep refusing my Kimberly? You’d rather have this abomination by your side instead of a real she wolf? Disgraceful.” I felt my eyes flash as a growl built in my chest. Storm was tearing at the seams, begging to be let out and teach Byron a lesson. It took all my strength to hold him back. Raina looked over at the old man, her brows raised and a smirk on her face. “Well, this abomination handed that ‘real’ she wolf her ass just last week.”

Outside the building, a massive storm began to gather over the London sky, as if nature itself knew that tomorrow, history would be permanently changed by the world's strongest and most dangerous couple. END OF CHAPTER 31..

He replied to me with a bow, and everyone clapped. "In that case, I guess I will have to trust you while I take your problem away from you." I winked at him and drew Stormy closer. She was so tensed that I had to bend a bit and place my lips close to her ear. "Relax Stormy!" I whispered. **** Stormy badged into the room with tears in her eyes as she hit my chest, demanding an explanation from me. "The audacity! I know nothing about the human world. Why the fuck would you want to take me there?" She questioned, worry evident in her voice.

Stormwood walked up to me with a confused facial expression and said, "Seb, what's going on? Where did you pick all these from? I only went out to pick up some wild fruits and you've done this? You're unbelievable, brother." I looked at him, and let out a mischievous laughter. He looked at me in utmost disgust and trailed towards the mansion. "You know what, I am not surprised by your cunning lifestyle. I am up for the thrills anyway," Stormy said. We walked together to the mansion and my heartbeat decided to do a little jump. I was both excited and thrilled by the thoughts of their naked bodies coming to my mansion to beg for my mercy and how I'd pull the bookworm lady into a warm embrace.

Lord Storm asked, his voice thunderous, thickened, and like a thunder striking along with a storm. ♡ Drop your reviews, lovely reader.

"It's almost here." Celeste's head snapped up, her panic shifting into urgency. She flipped through the pages of her book, her voice trembling as she whispered incantations under her breath. "No, no, no," she muttered, the words spilling from her lips like a mantra. "It can't be here now. We are supposed to have two hours at least." I moved to the window, my steps awkward and lumbering in this unfamiliar form. The storm was worse than before. The black cloud rolled toward us like a living thing, its edges crackling with lightning. The rain hammered against the glass, drowning out the sound of my ragged breathing.

Whereas I…I am Tyler Jane Moonstorm, the bringer of cold and storm. I stretched out my hand, gathering the raging sky and thunder in one place to trap Jose. I may have lost our bet that this year’s people of Moonburn’s sacrifice will not be Elaine. But this bet of ours, to whom will be the first one to call forth a storm, I will win. I am the Alpha of Wolves whose blood rages with fire, flows with ice, breathes in the fury of the air, and stands in the strength of the earth. “Oh, look. Here comes Alpha Tyler, the great and terrible Stormbringer,” Jose smirked.

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️