Guardian of the Storm

The time of the great alignment is virtually upon them, and Kiran must travel to the temple of Zoe so that the way may be shown to him. He hadn’t counted on having to deal with the Earth born demon spawn determined to follow him on Hymria, the sacred journey that he hoped would lead him to the One.


Published: 01/2004
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 60,918
Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance
Rating: Spicy
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)


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Kaitlyn O'Connor


© Copyright by Kaitlyn O'Connor, January 2004
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, January 2004
ISBN 978-1-60394-
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


The first rock caught Kiran completely off guard, missing his head by mere inches. Stunned, he looked up just in time to see his attacker launch another missile. This one, fortunately, was far smaller, for it caught him on the shoulder. Surprise gave way to fury the moment pain exploded in his shoulder and arm and he saw that the stones were being lobbed at him by the scrawny, fire haired devil that had decided to stake a claim to the watering hole. “Throw one more rock, Earth born demon spawn, and I’ll thrash you within an inch of your life when I get my hands on you!” he roared.

“This watering hole is mine!” the youth screamed at him, looking around for another rock to throw. “And I’ll defend it to the death if need be!”

Kiran jumped back as a sizable rock screamed past his ear. It struck the ground near his foot, shattering, throwing tiny missiles in every direction. One collided with his bare toe, sending a shaft of throbbing pain all the way up his leg. He let out a yelp of pain, then glared up at the ragged urchin above him with mayhem glinting in his eyes.

The child’s eyes widened in horror at the look he sent him.

Muttering under his breath, Kiran grabbed a handhold and hoisted himself rapidly up the short outcropping of rock. The face disappeared as he neared the top and Kiran braced himself, expecting to be met at the edge of the summit with more determined resistance.

Instead, he hoisted himself onto the ledge just in time to see his attacker beating a hasty retreat down the other side. A combination of satisfaction and renewed anger went through him. With a roar, he charged after the culprit. The youth was quick on his feet, but Kiran had a far longer stride and rapidly overtook him, catching the youth by the rags of his shirt. To the surprise of both, the fabric could not withstand the tug in two different directions at once. It separated from its wearer, who yelped with a combination of fear and anger and ran faster. Not to be outdone, Kiran launched himself at the youth. He twisted as he fell, knowing he would crush the scrawny creature if he landed on top of him.

The landing stunned them both for several moments, but Kiran had the youth tightly clutched to his chest. After a moment, he rolled over on top, pinning the youth to the ground. Straddling, him, he levered himself up and glared down at his captive.

He could count every rib … except those beneath the two, very feminine, surprisingly full breasts. Mesmerized by the bobbing globes that undulated with every desperate heave the boy—girl made in her efforts to wriggle free of him, Kiran’s mind went perfectly blank. His body, however, operating under its own agenda, burgeoned with lust.

Sucking in a deep breath, he curbed his instincts with an effort and dragged his fascinated gaze from the jiggling breasts to the face above them. He had, quite obviously, been wrong about pretty much everything else, but he had not been wrong about her origins, he saw.

The girl was Earthling and, from her condition, probably one of the few orphans to survive the disease that had swept through the Earth colony almost a year and a half ago, though she had not survived well. Her eyes were huge, dominating her thin face, glazed now with pure terror.

Irritation surfaced, but so, too, did sympathy. Neither completely subdued his desire, however. He closed his mind to it, willing his body to cool, but it would’ve been far easier if she had ceased heaving beneath him. He knew very well that she was only trying to throw him off, but his serpent smelled a nice warm hole and was resistant to his efforts to tame it when she continued to bump her female body against his groin.

“Be still!” he ground out harshly.

Instead of obeying, she swung at him. He caught her arms, forced them down, manacling them to the ground on either side of her head.

“I mean you no harm, grat! Cease and I will release you.”

He wasn’t certain whether she finally understood, and believed him, or if she simply ran out of strength to fight. She went still.

He eyed her warily. After a moment, when she remained perfectly still, he relaxed his hold on her wrists. The minute he released her, she snatched up a rock and jackknifed upright, swinging at him for all she was worth, snarling. He slammed his chest against hers as he dove forward to avoid the blow, flattening her. They wrestled briefly over possession of the rock. He tightened his hand around her thin wrist until her hand went numb and she dropped it.

This time when she went still, he moved far more cautiously.