Storm, a feisty twenty year old lady, ran away from home after her father’s death when she discovered that her step mother was planning to sell her out to the one called the master, who would have use for her gifts she had no idea were. Put in a very complicated situation, she turns to her last resort for help, Kaden Virknoff, a man with double identities; the mafian lord of her small town and a Lycan Alpha exiled from his pack for killing his father. A man whom she fears would turn her life upside down than it already is. A man whom she had no idea she was mated to. A man who would save her but at the same time kill the innocence she was born with. A man whom she would fight alongside with in the nearest future to extinguish the dark forces of the master who would come after her, seeking her blood; an angel’s blood, proven over the years to have many magical abilities, of which eternal life was in the list. Friendships are birthed, and some are lost. Families are found and reunited, whilst some are forsaken and killed. But would Storm be able to make the ultimate sacrifice to save her beloved? Find out in the first of its series. #Obsession: Book 1
View MoreA trick. Storm was certain. She knew in her heart her life was over. There were too many to kill-but she would take as many with her as possible to rid the world of such dangerous and immoral creatures. The mage must have found a way to resurrect the dead. She whispered the information in her head, needing her friend to send a warning to the prince that armies of the dead would be once again rising against them."You are certain of this?""I have killed these in centuries long past, yet they surround me with their accusing eyes, beckoning to me as if I am one of them." She replied.From a great distance away, Lucy gasped, and for the first time sounded like her best friend. "You cannot choose to give your soul to them. We are so close, so close. I have found my mate. It is only a matter of time for you. You must hold out. I am coming to you."Storm snarled, throwing her head back to roar with rage."Imposter. You are not my best friend.""Storm! What are you saying? Of course I am
Storm shuddered as voices in her head once again grew louder, drowning out the sounds of the jungle. Little flashes of pain grew behind her eyes, burning and burning until she felt her eyes boiling. Where was Kaden? Had he deserted her? The questions crowded in fast and loud, mixing with the voices until she wanted to hit her head against the nearest tree trunk. The inside of her brain seemed on fire, as did every organ in her body. Her heart nearly burst in her chest, and she sank down into the fertile soil where she had lain, trying to sort out what was real and what was hallucination. When she closed her eyes, she was in a pit, shadows surrounded her and red eyes stared hungrily. Perhaps it was all an illusion. Everything. Where she was. The vivid colors. The shadows. Perhaps her wish for a mate was so strong she had created one in her mind. Or worse-a witch had created one for her. "Storm. You have risen early. You were to remain in the ground a few more weeks. The Master sa
Storm pushed hard to clear away the debris and focus on what she knew of her past. Fire burned through her insides, spreading rapidly as something like poison worked its way through her system. Blood ran in rivers and light faded quickly. She heard voices calling, chanting, and felt someone reaching for her to try to hold her to earth. She found herself in a shadowy realm, banshees wailing, shadows flickering and reaching. Skeletons. Dark spiked teeth. Talons. Spiders and cockroaches. Snakes hissing. The skeletons are drawing closer and closer until…She closed her mind to her surroundings, to all shared pathways, so there was no chance anyone could be feeding her own fears. It had to be a hallucination brought on by a mage. No matter that she had stopped anything from entering her brain-something malicious was already present. Fire ringed her, crackling flames reaching greedily toward the sky and stretching like obscene tongues toward her. Out of the conflagration, handsome men
Storm was dreaming.A woman’s despairing cry echoed in her soul, tearing at her, reprimanding her, drawing her back from the edge of a great precipice. And she was starving. Every cell in her body craved food and something else, something she couldn’t lay her finger on. She was somewhere underground. The hunger raked at her with merciless claws until a red haze covered her sight and her pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance. Desperate, she scanned the area above her resting place for the presence of enemies and, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, her heart thundering in her ears, her mind screaming. She landed in a crouch in the midst of dense shrubbery and thick vegetation, and took a slow, careful look around her, not in the least concerned about how she could jump out from the ground.For a moment, everything was wrong-monkeys shrieking, birds calling out a warning, the cough of a larger predator, even the brush of lizards through
Storm took in deep breaths, in and out as she stood at the door that would take her into her class. She needed to calm her nerves, but so far that was not helping. The only thing that made her smile as she heard the lecturer talk on the bones in the human body was that finally she was here, against all odds, despite what her step mother had done, despite what her family had made her go through. She had survived. She was here. She was in school. That bubbly feeling pushed her to open the door, pushed her chin up, and pushed her feet to walk into the class with all the confidence that she could muster; a confidence that didn’t even waver when the lecturer stopped speaking and turned to see the intruder. “You are a member of this class?” The old man with a white halo on his head asked, as he picked a register on the table probably to check her name. “What’s your name?” Storm inhaled deeply before giving her answer. “Storm Jackson.” She watched breathlessly as the man decked his
“You remember the drill right? After lectures, you will find me at my faculty. I will be waiting there.” Jutul was speaking, stopping when Storm shook her head. They had just arrived at campus, and Jutul thought it wise to revise their motions after school today. “What is the problem? What don’t you agree with” “It’s weird if I keep coming to your faculty to seek for you. It would create the impression that I am a desperate bitch. So, for the good of our reputation, we will meet at the parking lot. Or someplace…I don't know. But once you are done, just text me, or once I am done with the lectures and all there is, I will text you. We will find out how and when to meet each other. I think that is better.” Storm surmised, grabbing her backpack.Jutul nodded. Not like he had a choice, but he could see the sense in what she was saying. “Alright then. Have a nice day.” “Thank you. Have a nice day too.” Storm responded with a smile before getting out of the car, and heading in the dire
He believed that she had heard enough? Storm huffed. Who was he to speak for her? When had she spoken that she had heard enough? The guy was always so uptight, a party pooper. Was it because he was the leader or what? She watched as Jiraq raised up his two hands as if in surrender, and kept shut. “I never said that I have heard enough.” She finally voiced her thoughts, not someone to keep a lid over her words. “And I don't know why you think that you have the power to make my choices for me..” Casper whistled, reclining deeper in his chair, his arms folded across his chest as if he was ready to watch an unfolding drama.Lent and Liam followed suit, although Liam was sporting a smirk on his lips. They found this funny. Storm didn’t find any of them funny. “I am not trying to, Storm. I just think it is too soon to bore you with old tales.” Kaden pointed out, meeting her unmasked glare.Storm shook her head, about to continue the tirade, when Kaden raised up his hand, indicating th
Kaden was with clique, as Storm had come to call them when she stepped into his office. Whatever it was they were discussing came to a halt when they saw her walk into the room. “Good morning to you all..” She greeted, before taking one of the seats surrounding the second table. “How was your night?” There was a brief hesitation on the part of the males, before the echoes of ‘fine’, and ‘good morning’ were returned to her. She wasn’t sure if it was because they weren’t used to being greeted by women-she discounted that the next second because of the secretary that had given her a glare before letting her inside the office. Storm finally concluded that it was just because of her. But why? Hadn’t they expected her to greet them or what? “I just saw Lucy and Justin leaving here. They were not exactly happy. What did you tell them?” She started the conversation, deciding not to ask them what they had been discussing before she had stepped inside the office. There was enough time to
When Storm awoke from the slumber with the dream that left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, the first thing that she noticed was the eeriness in her room, like the beast that had troubled her dream was right in the same room with her. This caused her to shudder, and wish that she was sharing her room, her bed with someone-with Lucy, Justin, or even Kaden. She would take anyone at this point. She checked the time on her phone. It was seven am on the dot. Thank goodness. She muttered under her breath, pushing her groggy self out of the bed, determined to get rid of the feeling that had escaped the dreamland into reality with her. I must overcome this. She kept muttering, heading to the bathroom, to rinse her mouth. After she was done, she threw a bland gown over her night wear and then strolled out of her room. When she got to the sitting room, she took a deep breath; it was like the burden had gotten off her back. Was there something wrong with her room? She wondered, knowing that
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