Brandon Sanderson Stormlight Novels & Stories

Antony asked in an undertone as he scanned his surroundings warily. Paxton narrowed his eyes a bit and shook his head. “Not yet.” “Not yet”—that was the clue hinting at the man of their nightmares probably appearing any second from now. Paxton just had not sniffed Caelum out yet. His anxieties intensified. If Paxton could not sense him while Caelum was already here, that would mean Paxton was inferior to the nation’s worst enemy! “Zayn Larson!” Ezra thundered, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Don’t oversell yourself. Raiden Storm is the Southern Highlord. Killing him is a direct declaration of war. You won’t survive what comes after.”

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

She moved toward me instinctively, though I could feel the lingering tension in her shoulders. "Brandon Nobregas," I said, my voice smooth as silk and just as dangerous. I didn't offer my hand. I simply stood there, a head taller than him, radiating enough dominance to make the air in the gallery feel thin. "I enjoyed your speech. Very... aspirational." Brandon cleared his throat, trying to regain his footing. He was a CEO in the human world, but here, in my territory, he was just a stray. "Mr. Stormbourne. I didn't realize you and Aria were... together."

As the pack prepared for the looming threat, Sandra found herself torn between her duty to the pack and her personal quest for justice. In the depths of the night, under the silvery glow of the moon, Sandra sought solace on the pack's grounds. She wandered through the familiar territory, her thoughts a tempest of conflicting emotions. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, a comforting backdrop to the tumult within her. As Sandra strolled, lost in contemplation, a figure emerged from the shadows – Beta Damien, a trusted member of the Eclipse Pack and Sandra's secret confidant. His eyes, a shade of deep amber, reflected concern as he approached her.

A city that had been attacked by a Dark Sorcerer five years ago—and had lost someone important. Caspian summoned Beta Rohan to the strategy room. I sat off to the side, listening without interrupting. “One healer,” Caspian said. “Someone experienced.” Rohan nodded. “Alright. I’ll bring Healer Sandra. She specialises in potion-making.” “Two Gammas,” Caspian continued. “And several warriors. Not too obvious, but strong enough.” “Understood. Gamma Oliver and Gamma Timothy—they’re good with terrain control. And Sapphire Water?” Rohan asked.

Suddenly we’re not six students in a ring. We’re six archetypes in six different legendary battles at once: - Seras is the Sun Goddess besieged by ten thousand shadow dragons. - Lucian is the Last Dragon defending a dying world from falling stars. - Kayo is the Trickster Fox trying to steal the moon from a jealous god. - Rowan is the Mortal Scholar who must out-argue Death itself. - And I… I am the Storm That Ends Empires, standing alone on a battlefield where both sides have already lost.

Unlike me, who's life history is available on w*k*pedia in seventy two hours. Like their Grandmother said, Storm is not just a name but a legacy, a pride that they are abide to preserve. "Girls, are you ready for the real fun?" Brandon's voice diverts our attention on the ever energetic man, thus putting a full stop on our conversation. "What did you do, Brand? I am not getting any fun feelings from you?" Roch narrows her eyes at her brother in suspecion.

The Kade boys all shared the same dark hair and olive skin tone from their mother, but Johnny was the only one to inherit his father's silver orbs. "You look like shit." Johnny announced as he collapsed into a chair unceremoniously. "Are you ever going to sleep?" "I'll sleep when I'm dead." Lucas grumbled, finding a few shreds of his sense of humour under his exhaustion. "You're also looking at the interim Alpha of this pack." Johnny's eyebrows shot up to his hairline before he burst out laughing. "You poor bastard." "I wouldn't laugh if I were you." Lucas smirked. "You're my interim Beta."

“You don’t have to be so guarded with me. Whatever Klevon had said, it’s certainly the opposite.” I examine him. Shoulder-length, blonde hair, boyish face, thin facial hair, and a set of clean clothes. He looks like a decent noble. “I am Brandon Stine,” he says. “I may share the same Stine name, but I am a distant cousin.” “You are a Knight,” I say, remembering that Stine is the name of another human Kingdom. “Nice. Harbin is doing a great job then.” We stare at each other for a while. Then he breaks the silence with, “About what Klevon had said about me, I would like to clear it out.”

Lander chewed the sandwich thoughtfully for a moment, his gaze centered on Brandon for a few seconds before he swallowed and said "So what's your name anyway? And why cant I read you.....I can read everyone so I should be able to read a little nobody like you." Totally caught off guard by the quick change of conversation, but still sickened by the Shifters tone, Brandon bit of his next response. "My fucking name is Brandon...and I don't have any idea what you're talking about. I don't give a shit if you can or can't "Read me" but have I done something to you personally? Does me liking men offend you or something?" he asked Lander directly.