“Who was that? What is happening?” Storm asked, folding her hands across her chest that was beginning to beat erratically, partly from the intimate moment she had just shared with Kaden, and partly from the danger that might have finally arrived. Storm wished that Mary had stayed with them; it would have given her some added sense of protection; it would have set a knowing in her, that she wouldn’t be harmed. This thought made Storm wonder why the gods hadn’t just sent the angels to wipe away the filth from the earth once and for all. Why send gifts in human vessels? ‘Because the earth was given to the humans as a portion. Angels descending to fight, breaks that code. They would further instill fear, rather than hope, to the people. It’s much better however when the saving comes from a human figure.’ Storm cocked her head to the side, ruminating on the answer that had just popped into her head from nowhere. Her mind was right. She concluded, looking at Kaden who was staring at her
Storm stepped away from Kon who was sneering at them all, afraid of what Kaden’s people might do if they couldn’t defeat the male under the influence of a vampire. But then she cautioned herself just as quickly. These men here had stayed awake to protect her, not only because Kaden had ordered them to, but because she was their Luna. Kaden had informed them all, the werewolves among the clan, who she was. They were fighting for her protection and she was doing a great disservice to them by thinking they would betray her. So, she stood by Kaden, and folded her arms across her chest, remembering the words of Mary, the angel who had taken the form of an old woman; that she needed to believe in herself. Storm inhaled deeply, and centered herself to focus. The others were doing their best already to keep the undead from her, she could her best by keeping the undead from them. “What do you want me for?” The question suddenly escaped her lips as she perused Kon, who at the sound of her v
“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 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;