Brandon Sanderson Novella Novels & Stories

Promised I’d stay with her again. If I jump now, she’ll wait for me forever. A fresh sob wrecks through me. But what kind of sister am I anyway? A ruined one. A whorish one. Chase is beside me now. Close enough for me to smell him. Smoky. Brandy. Citrus. Bergamot. Warmth. He stands beside me, breathing steadily into the freezing night. I refuse to look at him. “Bowman was one of them.” He murmurs. “I know what he’s capable of.”

I woke up alone again. Father had left a handwritten note beside me. I read it. Talk about stubbornness. I can't believe he'd really go back to face alpha William alone. Has he lost his mind already? What was he thinking? He doesn't want me to follow him. Bullshit. He's really trying to get himself killed. He didn't even think about all the struggles I've gone through just to save him. He didn't even think about Nash, who sacrificed himself just to save both of us. I'm curious about what the fuck his reason is for going back to that hell after how they treated him.

“My line does not share a blood bond with his hall, which is why my snout is testing your perspective.” “If your blade does not run within his inner circle, what business do your claws have questioning his mental acuity? If an outside vanguard began doubting the strength of your own line, would your pride remain silent?” Although Collins maintained a frozen distance from my throne, his inner wolf refused to let any beta talk down upon my position. Brandon remembered the oath of silence he had delivered inside my hall, forcing his mind to invent a plausible trajectory for his query. “He and Savannah Blake were delivered from the same womb,” Brandon muttered, scratching his neck. “Since her mi

"That's what I thought too. I've been trying to convince myself it's a lie for days, but I don't know for certain, Bron, and I couldn't bear to tell you and watch it be true, watch us have to unravel everything we…” "It's not true." I pull her against my chest despite the pain, despite the blood still seeping steady and warm beneath her hands, some fierce, protective certainty rising up underneath the horror of what she's just said. "The Moon Goddess doesn't bond siblings. That's not just tradition, Wren, that's law woven into what a true bond even is. If we were what Elara's claiming, the bond wouldn't have formed between us at all." "I told myself that too. But what if the rules are differ

“The little charity case. Walking all by himself.” “Let me pass, Brandon,” I said, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to sound brave. “You think you're so special, don't you?” he snapped, his mood flipping into instant rage. He stepped closer, towering over me. “You're nothing but a slut. A dirty little whore carrying a bastard pup. You thought Malice was going to protect you forever?” Brandon let out a loud, mocking laugh. “I beat him, Nathaniel! I put that bastard in chains, and he is fucking DEAD. The Council took care of him.”

Nio stood still, waiting for the attack, when several goblin archers on the barricades shouted: "Sunbringer, that's the Sunbringer." The shout spread among the crowd and while some called him by his new nickname, others shouted: "King slayer!" The shamans at the barricades hesitated. That hesitation gave Shieena just enough time to yell: “I am bringing home your brothers and sisters, all of them former prisoners from Canestor. I bring with me the Sunbringer, killer of the dwarf king. You will not use force against us. If you do, he will destroy you with his terrible black magic. He will rain terror and death upon you!”

Something terrible was hunting him. Unlike the doubt that had plagued him while he hung out with Ezekiel on his Clans horse ranch. Brandon had no doubts now. Something was out there. Every never ending in his body shifted to a darker, colder setting. His hands clenched, his teeth ground together, his thoughts flipped completely away from the Leopardess sitting in front of him and went to thoughts of things that he could use to cut and to slash and to kill.

Ancient times Sandra POV I slowly lifted my lids as I regained my consciousness. “where am i?” I asked as the first thing that came into my view was…… grass? I got up and look at my surrounding. I was clearly near by a river. As I was taking in the surroundings my eyes fell on a paper just in front of me “what is a paper doing here?” I thought and picked it up only to find a message written on it “ Sandra or Enola whoever you are. If you wake up please know that me and Night are going back to castle. Blade who is Night’s elder step brother has been conspiring all these years to take over the throne. We need to stop him at all costs.

Why did Brandon shrink form the very sight of him? Why do I want him to be mine? END OF PART TWO – THE CLAN CELEBRATION

“I am going to be birthed again and I promise to make you pay for this Damon, I, Eliana will destroy you!” His thrilled laughter was the last thing I heard as the fire swallowed me. (AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, thank you for clicking to read this out of a thousand other books out there. This is my first time writing in the fantasy genre and I promise to make this worth your while so please do stick with me. Kindly vote and comment)