A Storm Of Swords Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

Steel screams against steel. The air fills with sparks and blood and the stench of ozone as the storm answers me like an old friend. The first hunter dies without a sound—his head rolling through wet leaves as Noctis drinks deep and hums low in my grip. The shadows surge, swallowing his blood before it can stain the earth. The others hesitate. For half a breath. Then they come. Claws of iron flash. Runeblades carve arcs of fire through the rain. Chains lash out like striking serpents, sizzling with spells meant to bind even gods.

The remaining five all stood up to their feet and retrieved their swords from the ground and aimed at Storm. "Oh, so you guys are going to play hard to get? At least before you die, tell me who sent you? You saw what I did to your friend, right? I blood bended him and I will do worse to the remaining of you if you don't tell me who sent you," Storm said, trying to talk to them into letting them tell him who placed the order. When he waited for a few minutes and none of them spoke a word rather they were surrounding him, he smirked, his red eyes started glowing. He made fire come out from his two palms and with a speed they didn't even know he possessed, he circled them, ringing them with fir

This is the first book in that series. i have more to come and hope you enjoy. All books will be released on Barnes and noble .com as well by the end of the year. I truly hope you enjoyed the books and will continue to read my writing. Reviews are always welcome and I love hearing from you. Kat

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

“Tell me, have you attended Professor Draven’s combat class yet?” I groan. “Unfortunately.” Professor Starling laughs. I smile despite myself. For a while, we simply walk. The academy slowly waking around us. Students gathering and bondeds stretching. The smell of breakfast drifting through the air. Gods, the place almost feels normal. Then a massive shadow passes overhead. I look up. A gryphon. Its rider laughing as they dive through the clouds. Further away, an Ironclad dragon releases a thunderous roar that shakes the ground beneath my feet. Students barely react.

The Clash of Kings The air split as Erebus lunged, his shadow-forged blade carving a jagged path toward me. I met it with steel, sparks flying as our swords collided. The force of the impact rattled through my bones, driving me back a step, but I planted my boots and shoved forward, refusing to give ground. The battlefield roared around us soldiers clashing, wolves snapping, guardians hurling fire but all of it blurred at the edges. There was only him. Only Erebus. His eyes burned with scarlet fire, and every strike carried the weight of centuries of darkness.

“so, I raise to you this toast, to all of you who are here to help reset, to the new world!” “to the new world!” they all chant and take a sip of their drinks. “Should we leave now?” Dean asks as he looks worriedly at Storm who is looking at the stones as they are shielded once again and she exhales. “I feel much better, I think I am coming down on something I don’t know.”

Hayden had pulled Cory into an abandoned shop only to have the front wall of it blasted off by the slate-grey beast. The gifted Stormbringer wailed, calling its three remaining comrades to it. The fawn, black and other white Stormbringer galloped to its side. The leader was breathing heavily. It dug its claws into the ground. Cory sensed what it was about to do. Gathering the strength of an army into its fifty-foot body, the colossal Stormbringer unleashed one final wave of lightning. A lightning storm hit the city, striking buildings and people at random, desolating the nearest structures and expanding outwards, causing damage to faraway fixtures. The zigzags of lightning diverged in such a

His hair was dark and tousled, and his eyes were a piercing shade of blue. He had a rugged, dangerous look about him that was both thrilling and intimidating. Storm felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she looked at the photo. She had never paid attention to any man back at the pack. Of course, there were attractive werewolves but she never found herself interested in any of them. But there was something about the man in the photo that called to her. A tenderness, a warmth, that she had not expected. He was holding Tasha close, and there was an intimacy in the way they were touching that made Storm feel like an intruder.