Brandon Sanderson Novella Novels & Stories

It feels like forever that we’re flying and Meredith is screaming Casen’s name. Then we’re caught in the air and turned a quarter turn to the left. Meredith guns the engine and Casen sets us down on a dirt road through the forest. Quickly, I place both of my palms on Brandon's chest, looking at his face to see the skin around his lips begin to take on a bluish tinge. I don’t have time to think. I just have to do. I reestablish the link between Brandon’s skin’s fire memory and my fire. I imagine that I am drinking it in through a straw. And then the world seems to fall into slow motion.

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them. ―Suzanne G. Rogers,?Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden Randolph Belishaw stumbled down the alleyway, falling against a trash bin. His cold body shook. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Blood trailed down his cheeks as he clawed the sides of the metal dumpster and tried to stand. Must get to Jodie. Must warn Mikhail.

Sandro's gaze shifted upwards. The Goddess must be aware of what was happening as well. It wasn't often he saw the sky devoid of a moon and stars. The wolf moon had been predicted, so it was strange that no moon was visible. "Alpha!" Brianna's urgent voice cut through Sandro's thoughts. "What?" Sandro snapped, turning towards her. "Something's not right," she whispered. "We need to leave here." Sandro rolled his eyes. "Are you trying to find any excuse to quit just because you're tired? I'm the one giving orders, whether to return to the pack house or not, and I..."

“They needed it to rule the world, but with our deaths.....I know you will stand against them Brother. Even when I am gone...” A small gasp escaped and when Kail looked at Brandon’s phantom his eyes.....were glowing bright silver. Something unnatural. Something powerful. “You.....you monster!” Kail screamed. “You planned this....You scarified....everything. You forsook everyone! To protect the secrets of the Acris!? You would bloody my hands with your essence and the sin of thousands!” “That blood is mine alone to carry....” Brandon shouted back. Suddenly the haggard Brandon of his dream looked off to the left....and a sad smile came across his face.

It had been the last battle for Denver and his warriors knew that too, because they fought beside him and were ready to give him what he wanted. It was like a game, only that there was nothing happy or beautiful about games that involved death. Thankfully, none of the warriors from both sides died, so they had nothing to pay for. Sandra, who had been watching in the distance, looked at Rodrigo and then at Aztec, the alpha who was supposed to be barbaric. There was a very huge difference between the man the stories had told, and the man she had lived with, to this man who was right here, holding on for his sanity because he was about to lose an enemy.

She said, and Sebastian stared at her in a perplexed manner. “I don't understand...” He trailed off, taking a quick glance at Kyle and Jason. He noticed Jason didn't seem surprised by the news, and came to a conclusion that he already knew about it. “I'm a tribrid, Sebastian. So yes, I also have three mates. Jason, Kyle, and you... You three are my mates.”

If I could only get my hands on her… “This isn’t revenge. You wouldn’t get it. Just do what he says. Don’t fight him. He promised me he would let you live. I care about you, Atlas. I always have. I love you…” He? Was she fucking for real? How pathetic. If she thought she’d get anywhere with me now she was crazier than she looked. But maybe I could play her feelings to my advantage. “Sno, how could you betray me like this? Your pack and friends, family? What the hell?” She snapped her head up in anger to meet my eyes in surprise. “That was never my pack so by default you were never my alpha in case you were wondering. The bonds I created with those so-called friends and family are not real. T

Tensel was already gone to help Jane with Amelia. Andor stepped back away from Gary, his odd, rust-colored eyes assessing the healer. Sandu’s eyes burned a deep red through the relentless black. He stepped closer to Gary, a clear threat. Obviously the ancients recognized him from the healer’s encounter with Aleksei, a member of their brotherhood. “Give him blood,” Damonq said, once more collapsing on the floor beside Elina’s couch. “He more than earned it, and he’ll work even harder on the next rising.”

“Yes, but Livie… as I said, Noah has him. Livie, Brandon is the rogue king, and Noah has him, he's going to try and hurt him.” “He's... What? What do you mean?” I could not believe my ears. I know… I sound utterly stupid right now, but I mean… give me a break. Brandon is alive. My brother is alive. All this time I thought he was dead, but he's… not. He's alive, and now I find that alpha Noah has him, and Brandon… the rogue king. “I… no. Brandon could never. He's not… he's not like that, Ricky. I promise. My brother could never be a menace. He's the sweetest.” I said through tears, unbelieved by what I was hearing.

Brandon closes his eyes and i feel like splinters have logged inside my heart. "Marisa..." Bran's eyes open and there are different emotions swirling in them. "You want me, you want US, stop fighting it." And then she gets on her tiptoes and seals her lips to his. He doesn't push her away, his hand that was fisted at the side let's loose and then goes to the back of her neck. Everything I ever felt right in my life where Brandon was concerned falls to shattered glass at my feet. Lies, Betrayal. And nothing.