Winx Club Stormy Novels & Stories

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

I’ve managed to cause a few lightning storms in our previous sexual encounters but nothing as intense since that night, which I was grateful for because how embarrassing? Nothing like knowing everytime your future king and queen fucked because there was a thunder storm. Wasn’t my fault Xander’s dick was like magic. “I can’t wait to feel Storm’s knot,” purred Weather and it took all my self control to not dry heave. I did not want to think about our wolves fucking. I planned on retreating to the very back of my head tonight, having no desire to witness their mating. ……………………………………….. “So where are we going?” asked Xander through our link, running right beside me in wolf form.

“There’s a suit that’s only available in Norvira. Come with me to get it. You always say I look my best in a suit.” I frowned. “We still have work to do.” He curled his lips, sounding openly dismissive. “Aren’t there plenty of you around? Why does the team leader need to get involved personally?” “Ms. Lynn is one of tomorrow’s main interpreters. She can’t afford to make even the slightest mistake. Even if you want to fool around, just wait until after the meeting.” Ash immediately looked at Wynnie with a wounded expression. “Wynnie, I just wanted to buy some clothes. I never meant to interfere with your work. Is it really necessary for Miles to twist our relationship into something so filthy

Water convulsed and lifted, funneling skyward, a twisting serpent of spray. “Oh, for the love of raw meat!”Trinity snapped. You made a tornado. “Stop it before it eats the castle, Firestorm!” Damn it! What the hell was this? Was the Moon Goddess bored and using me for entertainment? I dug my claws into the wet ground, heart slamming. The waterspout spun faster, lurching toward the shore. Towards the castle. “Fuck a duck and ten chickens!” How much more was I supposed to take? “Focus!” Trinity barked. “You started it and you can stop it. Find your calm. Pull it back.”

The great courtyard of Stormfang should have been filled only with the clang of steel and the bark of training orders. Yet today, something darker wove through the air. Whispers. They curled between sparring partners, hissed under the breath of servants, lingered at the edges of the practice yard. Wolves leaned close to one another, their golden eyes sharp with suspicion. “Have you seen it?” one muttered. “The Alpha watches her.” “The human?” another scoffed. “Impossible.”

He was so convincing about his concern. Raven's phone rings and she shows us it's Joe calling. Lexi said to answer on speaker. "Hey Joe, how's the restaurant," she asks as if nothing was wrong. "We're swamped, can you make it in?" "Of course," she says and Lexi nods with approval. "How's Anita before I let you come in? We have a storm coming," he says and I clench my hands tight in fear of the storm. "She's visiting my parents as a distraction," she says rubbing her thumb over my knuckles.

Soft pinks, purples and vanilla light bounced across the insides of the near empty club as closing time crept in slowly. It had been a long night and surprisingly busy since it was only Wednesday night but, both humans and werewolves had been looking to blow off steam and spend their hard earned cash on drugs, alcohol and young women skimpily dressed and dancing. Even their drinks were brought to them by young females for the lusty men to paw at whenever they pleased.

LES I revved the engine of my sleek sports car as I pulled out of the driveway, leaving behind the storm brewing in the house. The purr of the engine drowned out the turmoil in my mind, focusing my thoughts on the club I was headed to – Fire-Z. Fire-Z was more than just a club; it was an experience, a sanctuary for the elite where the night came alive with pulsating beats and shimmering lights. As I approached, the neon sign bathed the street in a kaleidoscope of colors, beckoning me into its embrace.

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.