The Mortal Storm Book Novels & Stories

She's confident, fierce, unstoppable. But even she has her limits. Soon, she's surrounded by the remaining Silver Hunters, and they're closing in. I feel a surge of panic. This can't be happening. Not to her. And then wind starts to whip around the tents and trees. It wails and screams, putting out the fire, and collapsing the tents. A small tornado takes shape, and Wendy directs it at the Silver Hunters. It knocks them into the trees one by one, until there's no one left standing.

"Can you stand?" she asked Milene even if the answer was obvious. " I will. " Raïna was surprised she said so, but didn't object. She helped her stand up and guided her through the maze of corpses and crying wolves. None of the villagers looked at their Luna or came to ask about her state. They merely looked the other way and Raïna saw a hatred that burned deep down. Milene also wasn't crying as she was abandoning the pack, what was supposed to be the most terrible and atrocious event that could happen to a wolf. Wasn't this her home?

My wolf closed his eyes, unable to move, and braced himself, ready to receive the lethal hit. “That’s it, I will die a virgin! Shame on you Grant! The many tails that I could have had–” Stormy barked. “Stormy, it’s all about the right tail– the right she-wolf, I mean. It’s not the right time to think about that. Might the Goddess help us!” I told him. We wouldn’t only die, but according to what we heard, our soul would be obliterated in the dark magic and our essence would fade away as if it had never existed.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

*"Too late. They've tasted your storm." The first corpse falls, her body a marionette of lightning and rot. She speaks with Veyra's voice. *"Join us, sister. Let the venom *free* you."* --- **The Storm's Price** They attack in a chorus of thunder. Eden grabs a shard of amber, its edge sharp as betrayal. I unleash the venom's borrowed power, but the corpses drink it, growing stronger. One pins Eden, her fingers sparking with storms he can no longer survive.

There's a storm coming and everyone is unaware of the unfathomable disaster that is about to befall because a demon is unleashed to a world already corrupted by corrupted species. Things get heated and complicated as Rogue as decides to start the game that could end the existence of all mortals. Rogue is diligently gathering the keys as she destroys all who stands in her way while her friends are doing everything to stop her. Humanity suffers which each key found; love and hate are placed on the same stage leaving nowhere safe.

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

As she searched the internet, it confirmed her worst fears: this was the only copy of the book in existence. How could it be? Why was the page torn in half? Who had torn it? When? And why? Was it centuries ago? Was it a vampire, or some dark force, that didn’t want this ritual to get out? Caitlin felt struck with the urgency of time. The ritual only worked before the vampire’s first kill. Had Scarlet killed anyone yet? How much time did Caitlin have before she did? Was it already too late?

"If I die, you'll be free to leave." Terrified, Emma tried to pull back, but his grip clamped down like a vice. "I read your novel," he said slowly. "At the end, the female lead drives a knife into the male lead's heart. Now, I'm giving you the chance to make that ending real." "Wesley Coleman, you're insane!" Emma's voice trembled. The next second, Wesley jerked his wrist, forcing the blade in. Steel tore through flesh. Warm blood gushed instantly, soaking his white shirt, dripping down the hilt onto their joined hands.

The second thing I noticed was the smell. Iron. Smoke. And… sweetness, that I couldn’t just place, more like rotting fruit. And the third thing? We weren’t alone. Figures moved in the distance, silhouettes against the skyline. The very tall towers pierced the fog, and black stone bridges stretched between them and intertwined. A dark river cut through the valley far below, and was glowing faintly red under the moonlight. “This is…” I trailed off, not sure what word to use. “Ravenhill,” Davorin said simply.