Brandon Sanderson Stormlight Novels & Stories

My retort was cut off by a chair scraping across the floor and another person joining us. “So word on the street is that we have a Luna,” a loud voice boomed. I glanced up at the owner of the voice, Brandon, who was a gamma of mine and headed up the small town of Norridge. He was an absolute pain in the ass, but a good warrior, and - most importantly - a good friend. “Manners maketh man,” Cody laughed. “If you didn’t hear it from him, you didn’t hear it at all. Who told you, anyway?”

His little arms trembling Alpha Sandro is a werewolf who has much stronger resistance compared to his pack members. He was able to tolerate the poison and shifted into his werewolf form and darted towards the container truck where the smoke bomb came from. However, he found no one inside. The smoke was quite thick, making his view blur for a moment. He was a werewolf and thus should have good eyesight. However, the smoke is extremely rare. Not even the top ten werewolves have it. Only the three packs can have it. One is the Werewolf King, The Prince and the Duke.

"Nooo!" To Kade that blow could be fatal, so fatal that his baby might not survive and that brought him great pain. How dare a mere elementalist dare steal something from a dragon Lord? Now his beast was in full control his humanity grieving the great disappointment and loss his grace. watching the scene in fronnt of him he witnessed the older mans uncertain movements, he shifted to his glory. He can't burn this entire place to the ground, not only will is raise questions but the glorified humans were still trying to safe Akito's life. Brandon vowed one thing, this man will know his petty wrath, the cruelist way possible. His not the only one decended from the first family but Brandon is de

“Stormie, you awake.” “Yeah, c’mon in.” She replied. “Good morning, my love.” Althea greeted followed by Karla and Summer. They were laughing at the rucks Rebel was causing. “He certainly is a handful.” Aunt Althea commented. “You have no idea.” Summer continued to laugh. “What am I supposed to do with him?” Storm sighed as she watched River and Ryder rolling around on the floor. “You may need to allow Blaze to up his training in human and wolf form.” Althea suggested. “He looks to be a very strong future Alpha. I really think that Brandon is their father.” She told Storm.

The ghostwolves howl as we descend, their cries mournful. The tunnel ends at a chasm. Below, a storm rages-not of wind and rain, but of raw, screaming *creation*. Lightning births wolves that dissolve mid-leap; thunder shatters into a chorus of howls. The alpha steps aside. *"The Cradle. Drink, and be reborn."* The Hunter grabs my wrist. "Don't. This thing's a battery for gods." "And I'm a Stormbearer," I say, pulling free. "It's what I am."

Neither of us could believe it. Brandon was an Alpha, soon to succeed his father's throne after graduation. Wealthy, desired by many, and a known playboy, I knew I wasn't his type of girl, not to mention the future Luna. "Bloody shit! What sort of stupid fate is this? You, of all people? A rut like you? Naïve, dresses worse than a nerd, dirty, weak, and barely able to speak for yourself? I'd rather die than accept you!" he roared, anger flashing in his eyes.

Potter- we saw Cody head into the woods do we follow him? Zion- lycans! What's are you doing here. Xander- they are Cody's friends.. they mean no harm. Zion- lycans are killers! Potter- so you never killed ? Zion- I don't kill innocent people! Brandon- xander!.. it's best if we go now. Xander- wait, how is- Brandon- good very good.... Logan- what's your name? Brandon- Brandon silver ! Logan- sone of brock ?

Their blood would stain my claws, of that I was certain. But before I could voice my intentions, Brandon interrupted with his arrogant demeanor. “I'm going to get the Rogues. It's always the usual,” he sneered, his gaze locked on me. He seemed so full of himself, oblivious to the rumors that swirled around his dying pack. Yes, I have confirmed that it was Brandon’s heir who died inside Hestia’s unhealthy body. Now, meeting his stare, the urge to rip his throat out propelled me to stand. I knew that Alpha Zarion felt the same. We were both biding our time, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash our fury upon him.