STORMLucy and Justin were bickering with themselves as usual in my room the next day, something about the best singer for the week. I couldn’t care less. The thoughts of Kaden had never left my mind. What was the meaning of this? I asked myself, wondering how I had fallen this deep without even knowing. For god's sake we had just met two days ago, well technically two years ago, but that didn’t matter because I was with Curtis then, and Kaden had just been a handsome stranger. What was so different about him? I thought, shaking my head the next second. What was so different? Well, he was hot for one! The hottest I have ever seen. That’s different. But I felt that there was much more. I couldn’t just be hooked onto a guy because of hotness. I was not superficial like Miranda.“Hey Storm, what are you thinking about?” That was Justin asking. Nice of him to have taken a break from the bicker and notice me. I mused, looking at both of them. The duo should start dating already. I don’t
KADENSince I had heard that loud clash by Storm’s window, since I had walked Avery out of my room the previous night, citing a headache immediately after, since I had gone over to see Storm, and she had walked me out, forbidding me to see her again, I was tethering on a tiny thread between sanity and madness. Was this how it was? I thought, donning another cup of alcohol. How would I feel then if my lycan was available? Well, even if I wasn’t sure of the possessiveness of my wolf since I hadn’t really had a real woman when it had been around, one thing I was sure of was that I wouldn't have left her room that night, after she had screamed right after she had woken up, whether she had wanted me to stay in or not. My lycan wouldn’t have allowed it. Lycans, as they are very powerful, are very possessive. And since I descended from a royal bloodline, it made things much worse. My friends have been trying to reach me, especially Casper, but I had shut them out, knowing that the advice t
KADEN“Aren’t you going to say something?” Casper asked, and I shrugged. What did they want me to say? That I would leave Storm and not see her again, or that I would snap out of my stupid haze of futile longing for a human? Well, I won’t! And so, there was no reason for saying that because my word was my bond, and they knew that. Well that was shit! I had broken my words to Storm. She didn't trust me again. And why would she? I thought, my hand grabbing for my cup, forgetting that I had thrown it at Liam earlier.“I think you should stop drinking…” that was Lent. But what does he mean by that? “I know that alcohol doesn’t affect us, but you have taken a lot. Now that we are not sure of the state of your wolf, you should take a break from these.” he said, pointing at the bottles in front of me that I had donned since we had come inside the bar.I furrowed my eyebrows, and stared at my three friends, wishing I had come alone, instead of inviting them over. Then, I would have had the f
STORMAfter a frustrated Justin had left us stranded in the club, I and Lucy had started with making small talks, and sipping our not so alcoholic drink, laughing at intervals at lame jokes, until a man and his friend had approached us, talking the normal bullshit which vile men would say whenever they saw a lady in a short gown, especially red. Well, that was what I was hearing. A red short bodycon gown that exemplified my curves. I wanted to get loose tonight, but having stayed here for almost twenty minutes, I was beginning to think that we had chosen the wrong bar. But then, Lucy and I weren’t really club material. The first and the last time we had clubbed had been on the night of our graduation from high school. The talking guy, seeing that none of his talks were getting to either I or Lucy, proposed a better drink to what we were taking. According to him, we were taking just water, a stupid humour that I wouldn't even call humour, because what I had been drinking was nowhere
STORMI inhaled deeply as I darted glances between the two men who seemed to know each other. Well, this might as well just get the hell interesting. I mused, taking a step away from Mako to the side, not because of Kaden, of course not, but because of my safety-in case they wanted to engage their fists to discuss finally. You can only blame a girl so much for having two guys fight over her. Surprisingly, none of the club servers even came forward to stop the fight that was already brewing. Were they really ignorant or just pretending to be one? I wondered, taking my eyes off the two men for a second to search for either Lucy or Justin in the crowd. If I should see any one of them, I will be out of this place. I was already becoming queasy and seeing Kaden had somehow turned off my crazy mode and mood to dance. I just wanted to go home and sleep.“Mako, you really don’t want to go against me. You know that right?” Kaden asked my ‘friend’ who just stared back at him like he hadn’t u
STORM“Have a nice night, Storm.” Lent said to me as we stopped by my house. The time should be around 9.pm now. I thought as I nodded my head fitfully to his wishes. “Thanks Lent for seeing me home, for helping me to get my friends home. Thanks a lot.” I mentioned, a small smile on my lips, and he nodded before turning around and walking away. Not wasting another second, I turned the knob of the front door and heaved in relief when I saw that it wasn’t locked. At Least they had kept it open, and not locked me outside.Nice of them. I thought sardonically, walking into the dark sitting room. Pulling my phone from the front pocket of my black tight underwear, I switched on its torch not wanting to alert the household of my presence, not ready for an earful from Miranda. I just wanted to drop on my bed and sleep off. But whilst stalking my way to the staircase, a loud laughter from nearby caused me to stop in my tracks. “Who could be laughing loudly this late at night?” I muttered t
STORMI sighed tiredly withholding myself from slipping down the door in weakness and tiredness, every trace of drunkenness was in my eyes totally gone. I was beginning to get tired of everything, seeing that I was in the dark about a lot of things. Had all these been a joke? I thought, sighing again. Well, at least I knew now that my father had cared for me at least before he died. Even though he had a funny subtle way of showing that, he still did. Jess’ words had just confirmed that.Howbeit, Rest In Peace, father. I thought, almost scoffing but for the fact that I would alert the typical shameless couple in the bedroom if I did so, when I felt a tear slip off her eyes. Good for my dam to turn on at the slightest knowledge that my father might have cared for my well being at least.My thoughts were momentarily forgotten when I heard Jess’ next statement. “Well, the master would have to be more patient with me, till my son, Manuel, comes back.” “And why is that?” The man asked,
KADENI wanted to caress Storm’s soft cheeks but the fear of being shouted at and thrown away was stronger than the urge to feel her softness. I still haven't forgotten how she had sent me away in front of her friends, especially the male one which I wasn't yet sure of his real feelings about her. But when I heard the gulping sound of her swallowing her spittle, I thought I had a chance. A chance to feel her again. Slowly, I lifted up my right hand to touch her cheek, but hee next statement stopped me short just like I had imagined earlier. I must have been kidding myself thinking I had a chance.“Don’t you dare, Kaden. Unless you want the neighborhood to know that such a gentleman like you sneaks into people’s rooms at night.” She stated, her beautiful dark brown eyes not wavering from its cold state. So much for thinking that she had been bothered in a good way by my presence. “You really have the guts barging into my room anytime you like.” She continued, scoffing whilst stepping
Storm could feel her heart pounding hard, but it was more out of excitement than fear. She should be afraid, the bird was a true raptor, but it was magnificent. It had black eyes! Round, shiny, very intelligent black eyes. She stared at it for two full minutes. That wasn't normal, she was certain. Very slowly, so she wouldn't startle the creature, she backed across the room to the desk where she kept her phone. Still looking at the bird, she googled the images of the bird, biting her lips intermittently as she waited.Strangely, the bird was observing her just as intently, an intelligence in its gaze as it watched the phone beep occasionally. When the page opened, Storm glanced at the image of the harpy eagle. The eyes were round and shining with intelligence, but they were not black. The eyes in the picture were a bright amber with a black pupil. She let out her breath slowly. Something was wrong with her bird.‘You aren't blind, though, are you?’ She sent the words, not even kno
After Storm was done eating, she thanked Kaden, and let him have the plates when he stretched his hands to collect them. To hold herself from jumping on him, and demanding that he put her out of her sexual misery, she stood up from the bed and sauntered to the window to look at the forest, and clear her immoral thoughts. He had joined her to eat, and for each time his mouth had closed over a morsel of food, she had jerked subtly, as if the mouth was closing over her twin orbs. In a large oak tree, plenty feet away from her, a bird flapped its mighty wings, drawing her attention. A smile swept past her lips when she became aware that she could sight its distinctive features. She was not the same Storm of a month ago. She was different now, considering the amount of trainings she had submitted too.The bird had a round facial disk with a very pronounced ruff. It wasn't an owl but it was large. Very large. The unusual bird could easily weigh at least twenty pounds. She stared at it
Storm walked into Kaden's treehouse and was immediately struck by how it seemed larger than usual. The wooden walls, which should be plain and simple, were adorned with colorful murals and hand-painted designs. One wall even showcased a sprawling mural of a sunset over a peaceful lake, with vivid oranges and pinks blending into each other. And another wall had a charming depiction of a forest, complete with playful animals like squirrels and birds, all brought to life with bright, cheerful colors.The room was filled with natural light that filtered through the large windows, which had been decorated with flowing curtains in soft, earthy tones. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, adding a sense of movement to the scene. The wooden floor was covered with cozy rugs that added warmth and comfort to the space.A large, comfy bean bag was positioned in one corner, surrounded by soft pillows. Next to it was a small bookshelf brimming with colorful books, their spines lined up neatly
Storm’s mind kept conjuring up provocative images, as she and Kaden walked hand in hand around the clan. The kiss they had shared in her room still tingled on her lips, still kept heat in her blood, still made her hunger for more. She inhaled sharply when Kaden turned and stared at her, his eyes brimming with the emotions that she was sure was playing out in her own mind. For a second, she feared that he might have peeked into her dirty mind, but then she remembered that they were not bonded yet, not in that sense. It brought her swift relief which came with a coating of abashed-ness seen in the coloring of her cheeks and necks, something that wasn’t lost on Kaden who was battling to hold on to his honor. He cussed at himself for closing her lips with his earlier, knowing what could happen from there. But she had been speaking, and her luscious mouth had been like water in a desert land; he had been parched so much that he couldn’t have been able to help himself. And now, the stirr
All through the week, Storm only concentrated on the books Kaden had given her, or rather on the first book she had collected from the pile. Jutul had done the same, concentrating on the second book he had picked. Both had only taken breaks when they wanted to eat or when they wanted to train with Casper for an hour. To assuage Kaden’s caveman jealousy, all the reading had been in the dining downstairs, and yet they weren’t close enough to whatever the books were on about. They weren’t close to the end either, and the transcribers were doing a poor job, despite Jiraq’s input sometimes. It was then that Storm had learnt that Jiraq wasn’t done with the book either. ‘What are you doing with one of the hardest books in the pile?” had been his first question when she had solicited for his help. He had gone ahead to pick up a smaller book, written in English, for her and Jutul to start with, but she had declined—she had grown attached to the old book. And she had vowed to bring it to a fi
Storm groaned tiredly; under the full weight of the knowledge she had been absorbing for the past four hours. Kaden had been true to his word, and with the help of Jiraq, had bundled more than thirty books which smelt of oldness into her room this morning, just before she dressed for school. “For those written in old language, Jiraq was kind enough to let you have his transcriber, so that you can better understand it. You can check them out after classes today.” Kaden had said, when he had stepped into her room with a fellow whom she knew went by the name, Micheal, Liam’s younger brother. She had found out right after Liam’s recuperation weeks ago, about the wicked action on the young fellow who didn’t look a year older than her. The first book on the pile had gotten her attention after the duo had left the room, and picking it up, she had decided to peek at a page, then return to her preparation for school. But a page had turned to two pages, and then five pages, until school was
Storm was chatting with Lucy and Justin, in their phone group , around a time when she should be sleeping, when she heard her name being droned in her ears. “S-t-o-r-m” She furrowed her eyebrows, and looked around the room she shared with Kaden sometimes. There was no one. The voice sounded familiar, and until she felt the eeriness in the room, she didn’t know who it was. The vampire.She got up from the empty bed, and sauntered toward the door, needing to get to Kaden as soon as possible, but the door wouldn’t budge. She stamped her foot on the floor out of frustration, as fear suddenly took root in her mind and body. Where was he when she needed him? Why hadn’t he spent the night with her? She wondered, never minding that she had been one to ask they sleep on separate beds tonight, after he had returned from his meeting with his people, after she had returned from seeing her friends off with Lent. The voice called for her name again, and she shuddered before she could help it, h
There was a stark naked silence in the room after Jutul’s declaration. So stark was it, that Storm felt her ears ringing with deep silence, deep silence and an unclothed unbelief. They were lying? If she didn’t know of Jutul’s gifts, she would have berated him for speaking against her friends. But she knew. She knew he was telling the truth—there wasn’t a need to lie. And she still was finding it hard to believe. Lucy and Justin had planned a lie, and had come to convince them of it? All for what? To gain information on what was going on in the clan? Was their school even on break? Then, the silence was broken by Kaden’s voice which had descended to a certain chillness that informed Storm that her mate was angry, very angry, at being made a fool of. “Lent, place a call to the school’s authorities, and find out if the school is really on break…” Lucy’s dark laughter interrupted his statement, and brought Storm’s attention to her. “So y’all would rather believe Storm’s newest friend
Of course they wouldn’t. Storm thought, looking at Lucy squarely for the first time since she had entered the room. Her friend was still bubbling in age-old anger, and was still carrying a grudge against her.And since, Storm knew she couldn’t do much about it—because what Lucy was demanding was unattainable—she let the latter think that she wasn’t bothered by it. It would help with them leaving earlier. Having seen what exactly was at play here, what evil forces were at play here, she wasn’t about to risk the lives of her friends. She wasn’t about to have their blood on her head, because she wanted them to be included in every facet of her life. It was better they thought she was against them; it was better they believed that she didn’t value their friendship.“So, why are you here, Lucy?” She schooled her face to a cold aloofness, unfazed when Justin let out a cuss word, whilst darting a glance between Lucy and her. There was a minute silence, where Lucy scanned Storm’s features;