Brandon Sanderson Stormlight Novels & Stories

"That you and your brother have... forget it." "Edgardo?" Kando pretended to be shocked. "I can never betray the one who saved me, the one who saved my brother and I. Why would I betray you Master?" Kando added as he let a few tears drop from his eyes. "Yes, he was here a few minutes ago to tell me things about you and your brother. A look alike of Storm but more powerful than him." Dean told him. "I don't understand, Storm has someone who looks like him?" Kando said cleaning where his tears had fallen.

Across his chest was a red satin sash with an embroidered figure of an eye. ‘The emblem of Laxon University… that filthy place again.’ Denise muttered inside her head while her eyes narrowed and the dagger in her hand slid off her grip. “Greetings, Alpha Brandon,” droops the uninvited visitor with his left hand across his chest as he steps forth and faces the now-former Alpha of Shadowstone. Brandon nods in acknowledgment but the creased confused look on his face didn’t disappear. Why on Claveria would the Laxon’s commanding general be in his pack?

Lorenzo is a dangerous Spanish man that killed over millions of people, he is really indestructible same thing for Carter and Kyle. "I'm going crazy." I sighed. "You sure will be if you know what I am." Brandon whispered as I locked my eyes with him. "What are you?" I snapped. "I'm an assassin." He smirked and I gasped, I'm right now with an assassin, I'm going to be dead. "Shut up Brandon, she's too innocent." Nate growled as he pulled out body closer.

When the work was done, I drove the heavy iron crowbar deep into the center mound—a single, unyielding stake of iron marking the resting place of our human lives. I stood before the iron stake in the pouring rain, my heavy fists clenched at my sides. "I am Alexander Stone," I rasped into the howling wind, the words taking the weight of an unbreakable, sacred oath. "Son of High Alpha Adrian. Brother of Alora. I swear to the earth and the sky... I will march to Stormfang. I will tear down their granite walls. And I will paint their throne in Patrick's blood." I turned on my heel and marched back to the truck.

"Look at the sky! The Moon Mother shines down on our borders tonight! What a glorious sign!" Lowell adjusted his heavy leather shoulder guards and let out a dry breath. "Ever since Sandra Ashbourne took young Malek under her wing, even the wild skies have calmed down. It is as if the ancient forest spirits themselves are celebrating her presence. The bond between Sandra and the young master is undeniably blessed by the pack ancestors."

In a family defined by massive egos, volcanic tempers, and enough shredded muscle to fill a stadium, you needed someone to keep the pot from boiling over. Brandon wasn't just some impulsive brawler, though. At 6’4”, with heavy shoulders and a frame built for impact, his prowess on the ice was undisputed. Along with Viktor Petrov, he formed the defensive spine of the Stormbreakers—Viktor was the silent sentinel, while Brandon was the life of the party. That lifestyle hadn't been an issue until a certain elegant journalist decided to splash Brandon’s late-night exploits across a digital front page, earning him a half-season suspension for "conduct detrimental to the pack."

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.”

He glared at Severin and said, "Then I'll make sure you remember our names when you die today. My name is Ronnie, and my son's name is Brandon." Severin did not pay much attention when he killed Brandon, and he had already forgotten that name. After thinking for a while, he frowned and asked with a puzzled look, "Who is Brandon? Can you be more specific?" "You don't know who Brandon is? Then I'll remind you again. He's a disciple of the Stormy Moon Sect, and I am the sect's protector!" a strong fluctuation of spiritual energy gushed out from his fist when he said that. "Are you able to tell the intruder's attainment level from the spiritual energy that he produced?" Lillie asked Wendy.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

None of those that had been in the monastery with him were sworn to the existing prince. He needed the men who would have his back no matter what supernatural politics were at present. Sandu had been in the monastery nearly as long as he’d been there. He had followed Damonq to the States and was somewhere close by. Where some said Damonq had ice in his veins, Sandu was thought to have fire. I have an immediate need, Sandu. A war is coming and my lifemate and I are at its center. He sent the call on their private path. He politely closed the laceration on Claire’s wrist, afraid of taking too much blood from her.