Brandon Sanderson Novels Novels & Stories

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

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.

It is a huge compound filled with huge men training each other in combat, taekwondo and gun fights. The Saint Clan is the empire our father built over the years and I was obligated to follow in his footsteps once he retires as the Bratva and I take over. The duty of a Bratva was flung over my shoulder from birth and until death, I would be responsible for the Clan. “Welcome, Capo.” The men at the entrance door to the Bratva’s mansion greeted me and Alessandro and as always, I never responded to their greetings. We walked down the hallway leading to the huge dining hall, where the Bratva and my brother, Leonardo, were waiting for us.

103. Brandon's POV. I’d been cooped up in my room for hours, flipping through these heavy old history books that smelled like a mix of dust and ancient ink. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I kept bothering. I’d already gone through what felt like half of my father's library, probably more, and I still hadn’t found anything useful. None of it explained what Aaron was. What he did. The powers he had. The weird smell that followed him around. Or how his body just burst into flames like it was never meant to stay in this world.

She looks like an angry puppy when she’s mad. “I think Adrian’s hungry again.” Skye speaks out, pulling me from the papers in front of me. “He keeps nipping at my fingers.” I chuckle at the cute confused look on her face as she walks towards me. I’m already expecting Adrian to start crying the farther he gets from his sister, but he’s calm for once, only staring at me sleepily with his silver eyes. While Adrian inherited the silver eyes from my undead side, Stephanie has Skye’s chocolate brown eyes, along with her hair. Adrian, though, has a midnight black hair, like me and my father. Damn, he’s going to be handsome when he grows up.

“How many women are here?” “Five, three more in the room next to this one. I haven’t seen any others.” “Havoc will get us all out,” I mumbled. “He is going to come for me and I will make sure the Savage Sons get everyone out. Including your daughter. Don’t worry.” I sounded surer than I felt but the woman in my arms needed something to cling to. Even if it was just hope. “The Savage Sons?” “They’re bikers.” I let my eyes close for a second before I forced them back open again. I couldn’t fall asleep. I had to stay ready, so I could be helpful when Havoc burst through the doors like my knight in shining armour. “What’s your name?”

**This book is a prequel to the Guardians Trilogy. However, while it starts before the first book in the Trilogy and can be read as a stand alone, it will span the timeframe of both Books 1 and 2. This book will contain spoilers and references discussed in the other books. It is recommended that you first read Book 1, The Broken Warrior’s Daughter, and Book 2, Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this book.

" Brandon saw that it was time for him to leave. He doesn’t want to leave Caisen alone since it was the task Cathy gave him, but if he stays, he’ll deal with Caisen’s pheromones. Thus, he chooses to leave. ‘Those damn families of nobles are dead. Do they think they could do something just because they’re noble? Do they think they’re part of the Imperial Family? Funny.’ Brandon couldn’t help but feel excited. Seeing that those nobles would get what they deserved, he couldn’t help but feel excited about it. After all, those nobles killed his sister. When Brandon left, Caisen massaged the temple of his head. It was throbbing.

I knock, I'm about to knock again when the door opens. Brandon is a mess. His eyes are red and his hair is a mess,his clothes are a mess,some stubble on his chin proves he definitely hasn't been shaving. His bed is a pile of mess and on the dresser are eleven empty bottles of both vodka and whiskey. "You're here." He doesn't seem to believe it himself He touches my cheek and I close my eyes briefly. I step inside and click the door shut. I move to the side of his bed and look around and then I turn to face him

The brave men did not kill dragons. The brave men rode them. Game of Thrones Rurik stared at the floor number digits, which kept changing in the elevator as he and Damien's team rode it to the top floor, when suddenly his head seemed to clear of the fog that had separated him from Charlotte.