Brandon Sanderson Novella Novels & Stories

Allegra staggered back in shock and Shane stared keenly at Zayn who winced removing the whip from around his neck. "Your sister was right, you were actually banished to the other world" He rose to his feet to see her scared face. One he's never seen before, one that was mixed with shock. "Who the fvck are you Zayn?" Shane demanded. "I'm the crowned prince, Zayn Hendrickson of Baridoki" He announced sending more fear into the heart of Shane who had to take steps away from him. "You're the son of--" Zayn interrupts Allegra sharply. "Modrich. And I know your father, Cain and your sister, Aurora. Your kingdom, Dakota. Everything "

Their wings spread wide until they broke through the thin walls of the place I’ve called home for over a year. My attention flickers to the helpless fish near my bed, and he watches the scene before him with big, pressured eyes. But he’s safe. For now. With a fiery breath, Finn torches the bag on the floor. Silver and gold burst out from the magically enclosed bag. The spellbook burned as it wafted through the air, singed and burning, causing ash to drift about. "Stop. Stop!" It burns my palms, but the paper is nothing more than crisps of ash when they hit my skin. I sink to my knees staring around at the destruction of my home. All my hard work lies in ashes, and there’s nothing I can do ab

Lucas followed suit, his fingers flying over his phone screen. Brandon stood in the center of the room, staring at the mess he had made—the shattered laptop, the overturned chairs, the scattered papers. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He had always thought he was untouchable. That he could outsmart anyone who stood in his way. But this? This was different. This was war. And he wasn’t sure if he was going to win. To Be Continued…

Trust me, you do not want to miss this. As I read this, I smirked immediately. An idea is beginning to form in my mind, and I am sure it will be a great revenge on Alessandra for what she has done to me. But before this plan can work, I need to read on about this lady called Sandra, and just then, my eyes fall on the words on the next page. *** “If you have turned the page and read this far, then you indeed want to know about Ms. Sandra Puppet. So, who is Ms. Sandra Puppet, and what is Mr. Brandon doing with her?

"Sandra is too much of a scheming lady. The Quinlan family is complicated enough as it is. If she marries into the family, she's going to stir up some trouble. That's something I didn't want to see at all. "I'm sorry, Noelle. I know Sandra is your younger sister, but I don't mean to badmouth her. Actually, I'm just discussing it with you." Brandon gave Noelle an apologetic look and added, "I hope you don't mind." Noelle shook her head. Truth be told, it even felt like she had gotten herself an ally after she heard what Brandon said. What made her feel more bizarre was that Brandon actually told her all of this. "I've read your comic, and I was hooked. I'll ask my men to pay you the highest p

The shack shook as the door rattled, a hard thud that snapped Sienna’s head up, her heart slamming against her ribs. That warped voice—“He’s bleeding already”—still echoed in her ears, cold and mean, and Roman stood there, gun raised, his eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in the room. The headlights outside cut through the cracked window, painting his face in harsh streaks—jaw tight, stubble dark, too damn steady when everything was spinning.

Where there had once been fire and war, now there was laughter and peace. Where there had been chains, now there was freedom. Where there had been death, now there was life. And as Brandon ran beneath the painted sky, his laughter mingling with the wind, I whispered the truth that filled every corner of my soul, “Where there was once war, now there is light. And its name is Brandon.” My precious one

he muttered, fingers already racing over the keys, forcing the phone to spill its secrets. ~~~~~~~ NIGHT ~~~~~~~ Sandro sat behind his desk, his sharp gaze fixed on Scylla and Fire as silence pressed heavily in the room. A deep sigh escaped him. “What do you mean Caspian is your long-dead twin brother?” Sandro’s voice was low, edged with disbelief.

For the first time since leaving Blackpine territory, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be all right. The moon rose that night, casting its silver light across two territories now forever changed. In the Silverpine camp, it illuminated a lone wolf who had finally found sanctuary, while ancient magic stirred in the depths of the forest, recognizing the gathering of forces that would reshape the world of the packs forever. Miles away, in Blackpine territory, that same moonlight fell upon two wolves who had learned too late the true cost of pride and tradition over love and truth.

It was unfortunate that they seemed to make everyone believe the fire was started by accident, but Jessica knew better. Jessica stood at the edge of her grandmother’s cabin, and the charred remains were all that was left of the memory of her. Her shoes loudly crunched over the harsh ground as the scent of death and ashes lingered in the air, stinging her nostrils. This wasn’t the way Jessica wanted to remember her Granny. It had been a decade since Jessica was forced out of her pack. The Moonfury Pack was cold and cruel, exiling the she-wolf and leaving her with nowhere to go. She had been homeless and left with nothing but a broken heart.