Brandon Sanderson Stormlight Series Novels & Stories

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

Somehow, Amber convinced me to take a couple more sips and before I knew it I was throwing up, hard liquor was my worst enemy it seems, and Al was pissed, "How are you feeling?" Al whispered, I was curled up next to him wrapped up in a blanket watching the low fire as it blazed, listening to Amber's high pitched snores, "I feel fine," I mumbled, ear pressed against his chest listening to his heartbeat, "Does he know?" I inquired, "Valdomore... Does he know about the prophecy surrounding the chosen one overthrowing him?" "He knows... But he doesn't believe it will be me he probably thinks it will be you... Valdomore believes in no one but himself and that will be his great downfall,"

At least Conner buried himself in his phone so I could focus on our assignment. I wrote three outlines, and hopefully, Conner would go along with one of them. When he is not near his brothers, he is more civil. However, his brooding behavior has intensified as has his dragon, Caleb’s, possessiveness, though. They have become obsessed with trivial things to the point of brutality. Brutality in the Trio is usually reserved for Asher, Cassius’s dragon.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

Given their matching outfits, she must be the sister. Bron unsheathed his blade in turn and snorted. "Hmph—you're both just traitors who trained in twisted martial arts. And now, you're even joining the vile likes of the Salazars… your father will be humiliated if this gets out." "And who do you think you are?!" Taran demanded. "Say your name, or I won't even know who I've killed soon enough. "Bron Howard, chief of South Alp Sect," Bron replied calmly. "I haven't reached Skyrank, but I do like to challenge one."

The weight of their destiny pressed heavily upon her, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. seraphina dug deep into the future and started seeing some vision as though she was present there but no one can see her Vision From Seraphina Memory: Under the guidance of the wise witch doctor, Agnes began her celestial training. seraphina noticed it was the same Nigerian shaman who had given the prophecy of the Messiah from Albion, Agnes first lesson was to summon the heat from the sun and channel it into powerful fireballs. The witch doctor, with his deep knowledge and ancient wisdom, demonstrated the spell effortlessly, and a burst of fiery energy descended from the sky, leavin

"Zhoron Naero. What can you say about your actions against the Elven realms?" Breathnach and Naero remained silent. "Why did you betray me?" Lorcan shook his head. "I gave you more than my father and brother ever took away. You have done well under my rule. You betrayed me as I was trying to restore the realms…" Breathnach coughed, "You were destroying our Elven realms all on your own. We were just the beginning of the storm of rebellion. General Konnyr saw it coming." General Aengus frowned, "General Konnyr… what was his role in this?"

Just as Aiden had ventured into a strange and dangerous land for his own gains, there was another who was doing the same. This person was a smallish old man who was slightly bent over a thin black cane. On his left hand were several ornaments; for each finger was adorned with a silver ring. He had short black hair with streaks of gray running through it. This man was one that was regarded as the most shrewd of the enemies that the Beastmen had to face. He wasn’t the strongest enemy there was, but if one asked any of the Beast Elders who they’d rather not face, they would mention this man’s name. This man was Elder Sand.

At the sight of the blood-covered table and the gruesome remains of its latest victim, he gritted his teeth. Raising his hands, he used his Light Bending ability to draw the illumination from the bulbs overhead, bending the light to his will and concentrating it into a focused beam strong enough to incinerate. It took him longer than it would've taken Ethan—his mixed blood making this particular power weaker than his brother's—but eventually, the kitchen went up in flames. It spread quickly, fire crawling up the walls, curling the stained wallpaper and charring the ceiling.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-