Storm Trooper Novels & Stories

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

the trooper murmured, his hand casually dropping down to rest flat against the leather flap of his holster. "He's got the flu," I lied without a single blink. "He’s been sweating through his shirt all night. That's why we're trying to get home before the storm picks back up." The trooper stared at me through his dark glasses. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper—a printed copy of my driver's license photo from the morning broadcast. He looked at the paper, then looked back at my face, comparing the two through the dirty glass.

After a few quiet minutes, Nova swept me off my feet and carried me in his arms like I weighed nothing. “I need to get you cleaned up,” he said softly. He carried me all the way to my bedroom and placed me gently on the bed. I watched him as he started undressing right in front of me. Nova pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. He was incredibly handsome. Broad shoulders, thick chest, and hard, defined abs that flexed with every movement. A bold black tattoo of a fierce lion ran down his left arm. He loosened his belt, pulled it out, and dropped it on the floor. Then he pushed his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion.

He spun, dodged, and slammed Soren to the ground. In seconds Kael and Soren were groaning in pain on the dirt. Then the attacker turned to me. A shiver ran down my spine. He was toying with me. He could’ve dropped me as easily as the others, but he was waiting for me to make a move. “The Storm Triplets,” he sneered. “I’ve heard so much about you.” He circled me like a predator sizing up prey. I kept my eyes locked on him. “Who are you?” I snarled. “What do you want?”

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance. Above, the heavens were entirely shrouded by roiling, malignant clouds that seemed to devour any trace of starlight or moonshine. Leif and Astrid appeared to him only in the stark, searing flashes of the lightning overhead. The thunder that followed was a deafening roar, so powerful that it resonated deep within his chest, but still he stalked toward his prey. Squinting against the flying debris, he finally saw his brothers and the warriors in position

Each of them screamed war cries or curses or promises of death and destruction, even as they fired blindly into the area in front of them. Every single one of the heavily armored troopers were painted red and black, and had the logo of a golden apple emblazoned on their chests. Many wielded underslung charged particle repeaters, and fired arcs of energy haphazardly into any Federation personnel in their path. More than half of them ran in several directions, seemingly without rhyme or reason. They ran out in little groups and eliminated anyone they came across along the way. Although it didn’t matter who their targets were, they focused most of their attention on the security personnel runni

I whispered to myself, trying to make it all make sense. One of the first rules we were taught as rogues was to never cross the pack borders. How could they have forgotten so easily? Kristen stepped forward to the captured rogues, his presence radiating command; his voice was low and steady but lethal. "You dared to set foot on my lands, you dared to draw your claws against me." His eyes swept over them with cold indifference. "You will pay with your lives." My breath hitched, I wanted to move, to speak, to deny what I was seeing, but my feet felt rooted.

Don looks super-hot in his tuxedo. "I almost forgot you own my school," I say as soon as we get to the front of the school. "See you on stage" He kisses me as I enter, not after hugging and kissing my friends. We are all so excited. "Dash Mooren" Dash goes up to get his certificate. Namea is called and I wait anxiously for my name to be called. "Jordan Right" He looks so different seeing him. His hair is rough, probably from the stress of taking up his duty as alpha.

Armored guards in black suits and black shades patrolled the grounds, their actions robotic and professional as they screened every visitor. "Sire, please spread out your hands. We need to scan you before you can enter." One of the gate guards expressionlessly commanded. "Hey, I come to see Commander Long every weekend. Is it necessary to do this every time?" A balding man with a potbelly questioned dissatisfiedly as he spread out his arms. "Unfortunately, that's the procedure." The guard stepped up and snapped a pair of white-steel ScannerGets on his wrists and powered the device with a black button. Immediately a holographic image of the man popped as a red flare swept over his figure from