Brandon Sanderson Stormlight Series Novels & Stories

“Handle Chase.” My jaw clenches violently. “I want Crane to watch his son, his only heir, destroyed.” Silence falls again, heavy, dangerous. Then Timothy slowly rises from his chair. And the smile that spreads across his face is enough to make even hell itself tremble. “Then perhaps,” he says quietly, “It is time Chase Olympus learns what happens to men who steal from gods.” My fingers tighten around my cigar. And for the first time tonight, satisfaction melts slowly through the fury burning inside me.

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.

(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.

he replied without shame. I turned slowly to see Brandon standing behind his desk now, hands braced on the wood. A jaw set similarly to mine looked back at me. Brandon was my pride and joy. He was a carbon copy of me except for his eye color. My eyes were the clearest sign of my lycan, a trait that Brandon unfortunately did not inherit. “You are an Alpha, Brandon,” I said. “Why are you begging?” His eyes flashed. “I am not begging.” “You are asking for what you should have built yourself.”

Alexander caught her . “What did it say?” She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly: “It’s a choice. One or the other. I can’t have both.” He stared at her, jaw clenched. “Then we change the ending.” But the ending had already begun. In the shadows beyond the vault, someone was watching them. Not a ghost, not a keeper. But a man with a sigil burned into his wrist—the Broken Flame, long thought dead. A rogue faction of the old society. And they had no interest in bindings, or bloodlines, or balance. They wanted the fire unleashed.

The onlookers did not take kindly to his outburst, their voices rising in protest. "Hey, watch your tone, buddy!" "For your information, you're not in Hoffman territory here!" "Causing trouble here is a bad idea. You won't get away with it!" Simon gritted his teeth and turned to me, his eyes pleading for me to defend him. I gave Simon a long, hard look. He had gotten skinnier since I last saw him, his face worn and tired. He looked nothing like the high-and-mighty Mr. Hoffman. He was more like an insurance agent who had not hit his targets and got the boot.

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."

Brandon could tell Leto had some questions about the people standing in the waiting room, like some gangsters waiting for their leader to come out of the surgery. Clavier sprawled on the couch, looking drained out after doing too much thinking, and spoke about his past. "You can ask questions later," Brandon said to Leto. "Just know that I'm not Dante but Brandon Kane, Gamma of the Southern Werewolves Pack." "Oi, what would do you if he ends up betraying you?" Liam asked, crossing his arms while glaring at Leto.

“I doubt it. I have absolutely no reason to be hostile with you. I mean, I hardly even know you. You are just someone my boyfriend considers a sister and yours and his family have been close for years I hear…so it doesn’t make sense that I would not like you. “I just so bad for you that you’ve lost most of your memories. I can’t be easy looking at your own children and not being able to recognize them. I don’t know what I would do if I was ever in a position where I could not recognize my own son. Oh yeah, I have a son,” Natasha added deliberately. “He’s name is Sean. Tulani is the father. The three of us….” “I have a slight headache,” Luyando shifted in her bed and closed her eyes. “I don’t

Sebastian came in, followed by High Mage Finnas and High Elf Yalor. “Hey Samantha!” said Sebastian, and she waved back at him. Samantha moved to sit on one of the single-seater chairs so High Mage Finnas and High Elf Yalor could sit on the couch. Frank sat on another chair, and Sebastian on a stool by the kitchen island. “As Agent Windflame told you, Blue Thunder and Alejandro Salinz are planning to escape and complete the mission started by some Shadow Elemental members in South Africa,” said High Mage Finnas.