“Thank you so much.” Storm nodded as Jean held her hands with both of his and bowed a little in appreciation. She staggered away from him, to Kaden, who was looking at her in astonishment; a feeling echoed and seen in the eyes of the other males. Like her, they couldn’t believe it, nor did they understand what had just happened.When she was done dealing with the vampire’s taint, and the sliver which she had found in Kon, she had returned back to her own body, yearning for blood and food. It was a crazy combo, which explained her dreams and the blood lust she had in them. So angels drank blood? Or was it her ancient side? Storm shook her head, pushing down the hunger toll until she retired to Kaden’s home. Right now, she watched as a few of the males, who had snapped out of their staring daze, carried a still sleeping Kon to Jiraq’s clinic, where the doctor would keep him hydrated and well enough to meet his brother soon. She watched as Kaden sauntered to meet Jean; for a discussio
‘I should have asked Mary about the nature of Louise, where he’s come from, and why he is so irritating.’ Storm thought as she watched Louise approach her in class. It has been a week since that fateful night when the vampire had tried to invade the clan with just Kon—really underestimating the clan. It had been a week since she had watched Kaden cook and dance in the kitchen—it hadn’t happened again since then, no matter how much she longed for it. It had been a week of calmness. However, she couldn’t help, as the days went by, to think on what the undead’s plan would be next. “Hey, how are you doing?” Storm huffed loudly, in the face of Louise, to let him know that she didn’t want to speak with him. She would have preferred to play with a snake, then talk to the male now. She still remembered Mary’s words; the boy shouldn’t be anywhere around her. An angel wouldn’t say that, unless it really was important. Storm didn’t want to be in trouble, before she realized the truth for wh
“What do you think of him?” Storm asked Jutul as they walked out of the school’s premises toward the car in the park. She had just gestured to Professor Noel a few seconds ago. Jutul perused the man keenly, and shook his head. “Nothing at all. Just an affection for someone. Maybe a lover, I guess. There’s nothing else, which I have to admit is strange. No human is that one sided. I can’t even tell if the affection is real or twisted, if he is a good person or a bad one.” Not much different from her deductions then. She thought, giving a last look to the male who was talking with a fawning female student. He left her gaping when he was done, and entered into his car. He was already garnering the followers. “Why do you ask? Do you know him?” Jutul asked as he started the car deftly. “Not really. He is a new professor in my class…” She heard Jutul sigh, saw him look out of his window to the man who was laughing with the female, who had lowered her chest in front of him, through the w
“Why did you reject her offer? Did you see how hurt she was that you had turned her down?” Jutul asked Storm immediately they parked at the clan’s garage. There was annoyance and yearning in his voice but Storm wasn’t concerned about that. Without a word to Jutul, she opened the door, and walked out of the car, hurrying toward Kaden’s residence. But Jutul wasn’t giving up on getting answers so easily. Within a mere second, he was walking beside Storm, not daring to grasp her by the arm and demand an answer from her. He still loved his life. “What is it, Storm? What happened?” His voice was calmer, a surprise to Storm. It was like he had somehow thought on her behavior in the nanoseconds before he got to her. “Why did you turn down Amina’s offer to check out the house? Is it because you are avoiding a situation where she demands the same from you?” That could be a good reason. Storm thought. But it hadn’t even crossed her mind when she had been stuck in that situation. What had st
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;
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
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
A girl walks into a bar, dressed in a black crop top and ripped blue jeans. A black chunky boot which has seen better years adorned her foot.The bar was empty, not yet open to customers. It looked normal-windowless walls painted black, rows of glass bottles, the smell of beer and stale air. But it wasn't normal, standing on the edge of Shappy Town as it did. She wasn’t surprised though. It was still late afternoon. This place gets filled and going only at night.“Storm? What are you doing here?" A man washing glasses asked her. He looked cool, at least he was still sober. There was no air of aggression, no air of menace. Well, relatively no air of menace. This was a crappy part of town, and menace was its stock-in-trade.Storm told herself she had nothing to be afraid of; at least for now. So, she shrugged her shoulders to the man’s question. He was familiar a bit, but she was surely not going to ask him how he had known her name. She wasn’t interested in knowing that. She just want