Brandon Sanderson Stormlight Series Novels & Stories

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.

Brandon nodded, his eyes locked on Ashton's, his hands raised and his fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air, as he cast a shimmering barrier around Anakin's small dragon form. The barrier glowed with a soft, blue light, a protective shield that would prevent Anakin from escaping or fleeing from the consequences of his actions. Brandon actually took after his mother's, Ara's magic powers and was able to use it when he was just 2 years old. Ashton then turned to Dustin, his eyes narrowing, his gaze piercing, as he instructed, "And Dustin, summon the rain, and control it properly, so that it falls only on the area within Brandon's barrier." The tone was firm, commanding... leaving no ro

His fingers clenched tightly, knuckles paling with strain. His gaze darkened, deep and unreadable, concealing the storm brewing beneath. He reviewed the capabilities of Vaelor, Raimor, Sereth, Yaphet, Padrack, and Aevor. Any of them could dominate a battlefield alone. Yet none had returned—nor had they even left a scratch on Aria or Landon. Perhaps Aria had grown stronger, or Landon had revealed his true power. Or perhaps something unforeseen had happened within the Southbore Sanctum.

Brandon titters, as he tilts his head moving it from Cameron to Adrian. "Let me borrow your words, wrong move, the alpha should have known that you are no match for me, within a blink, I will strangle you and feed you to the bird of the sky, an alpha battling with beta and Gamma, what a shame? You know I have alpha blood running in my veins." Brandon's voice was filled with mockery, being the proud ruthless Alpha that he is, he would never bow to anyone.

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.

" 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.

It was hard to meet those zombies, but they are easy to deal with. Without hesitation, Brandon unleashed his wind and metal abilities, creating a barrier against the fiery zombie. He has no intention of concealing his ability. After all, his ability is made for him to protect his lover. He won't let anything bad happen to Liam. He is surely going to give these people a beating after this fight. The clash of elements filled the air—wind against fire, metal against the undead. The intense battle unfolded, and Brandon skillfully manipulated the air to counter the flames. Brandon, as a former commander of the special forces, of course, knew a lot. He knows that the wind can fuel the fire, but he

Asrar ripped into the mobile home and ran to there bedroom. He flopped on her side of the bed praying there was enough of her there to calm him. He was ready to rip the town apart. The moment the words escaped Brandon’s mouth he knew they where here. All his planning to try and keep her safe going out the window. They got here before he could do anything. His heart felt like it was being ripped in two as his dragon side wanted blood. He wanted everyone to die because his angel was taken from him.

It will be the 2nd book to Brandon and Misty story and, their new life as rogues. Go have a read and leave a comment, thanks and enjoy!!)))

She wears shimmering golden silk stitched through with the blazing solar sigil of the Southern Lycan Enclave, sun-bleached hair braided in tight, warrior-style rows that fall past her shoulders, a heavy brass torc humming faint at her throat with concentrated heat that pushes back the mountain chill in a visible shimmer. "High Emissary Sandra of the Sun Courts." Julian's voice stays low, dark eyes fixed on his tablet as data scrolls fast across the screen. "Serves Lord Hector, sovereign of the Southern territories directly." His jaw tightens. "She rarely travels without an execution decree or an ultimatum in hand." Sandra ascends the terrace stairs with fluid, predatory grace, four armored p