Brandon Sanderson Stormlight Novels & Stories

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

(Ethan’s POV) Sleep doesn’t come easy for me. Even when it does, it's hardly peaceful. As soon as my eyes shut a second time, the warmth of Martha’s home slips away, and I find myself in a familiar place—a battlefield I've been to way too often. The ground is soaked in blood, and the air is thick with the smell of iron and ash. Screams echo through the night, sharp like dying stars. I’m back in the thick of it again—older and stronger, my sword gripped tightly in my hand.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

Brandon's strength was quite remarkable among this group of people. He was a pinnacle level-eight fighter, and he also had five juniors under him. Among these five, two were level eight, and the other three were all at the pinnacle of level seven. If they all stayed, it would boost the Exasword Garrison considerably.

2) Emberstrike, a fire wielder who can command flames with deadly precision, leaving destruction in their wake, 3) Tempest, the master of storms, is able to summon raging winds and unleash lightning bolts upon their enemies. 4) Malachi the Mind Bender: Possessing telepathic abilities, Malachi can delve into the minds of others, extracting their deepest secrets and manipulating their thoughts. 5) Seraphina the Shapeshifter: Seraphina has the extraordinary ability to transform her physical appearance into any living being or creature, blending seamlessly into her surroundings. 6) Cassandra the Seeress: Cassandra possesses the gift of foresight, seeing glimpses of the future and offering crypti

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

Alcina gazes down at her for just a moment longer, before her lips part in the first smile Brandon has seen in a long while - a smile dipped in treachery and frightening omens, crackling with the scent of sulfur and lightning. The smile of a Stormbringer. “Andromeda,” Alcina says. The chained maiden. Andromeda shrieks, a war-torn battle cry. And so, Andromeda is born into the world in a storm of thunder and cruelty, blood scales glittering under the single, scant thread of light that streams in from the rafters.

She granted the Kingdom of Darkness to Tenebris, a man created from darkness, who could wield it for his own advantage, who could delve into the darkest corners of your mind, a man dark enough to make the vital decisions for his kingdom. She granted the Kingdom of Summer to Solis, a powerful man filled with anger, aggression, and an intense possessiveness over his people, who burned anyone who came near. So the Mother altered her choice and created a new man who could better control the fire burning inside him: Ferno. She granted the Kingdom of Autumn to Folium, a very serious and determined man, who believed his kingdom was the mightiest, making him bitter and jealous, taking whatever he wa

But just then, a loud male voice ripped through the air. “What’s going on here?” the man asked. The crowd parted as he made his way through, his eyes locked on me. Everyone fell silent as he approached, stopping only a few feet in front of me. “Beta Sandon,” the old lady with the gnarled fingers said, bowing her head. I had no idea who this man was, but he clearly had a lot of authority. “She’s a rogue. Look. She bears the mark of the Sunstorm Pack, right there on her wrist.”