Cloud Strife Draw Novels & Stories

The thunder had barely faded from the mountains when Kael stood at the edge of the ravine, his boots digging into the rain-soaked earth. The clouds overhead churned with the remnants of the storm, casting eerie shadows across the land like long, reaching fingers. Behind him, the warriors of Silverclaw stood in tense silence, their gazes flicking between their Alpha and the horizon ahead — where the final confrontation loomed.

“You are his top Gamma. You always preach loyalty to the Lycan’s throne and the people of Goda. Now all of a sudden, you want my help to kill him?” “Look at this.” Snow rolled up his sleeve and extended his right hand to reveal a drawing on the inside of his elbow. “Do you know what it is?” “Drawing of a…” Chanda looked up at him, baffled. “A caged bird.” “I can tell you know what it means.” “The Klana clan’s mark.” Chanda said breathily. “But it’s not possible.”

I was moving before I even thought about it, claws sliding free, rage rushing through me like fire. “Lucas!” Ryder shouted, rushing forward and grabbing my arm before I could charge blindly. “They’re organized—Dalton and Marcus Reid are leading them!” Sure enough, Reid’s maniacal laugh rang out above the chaos. “Storms!” he bellowed. “Your time ends tonight!” “Kill them all. Leave Dominic and Lucas to me!” Dalton’s voice echoed from the back of the hall, and then all hell was let loose as my father’s warriors and the rogues clashed.the fighting truly began.

Toby shot out of bed as a loud scream echoed throughout the air. He immediately jumped to alert, his brain pumping wildly with adrenaline. He quickly rushed outside, making sure to grab his sword on the way out. Rushing out his house he noticed Eliza staring horrified at something over the walls that surrounded their nation. It took Toby a second to spot it but his face grew pale once he did. There was a plume of smoke coming from the forest. It was little to begin with but grew bigger and darker every minute, it was turning into a deathly black cloud.

"That’s silver poison!" Now a Beta, Cael reacted instantly, dodging their attack. Seeing their ambush fail, the three of them began chanting an ancient curse at rapid speed. They were willing to use every method to win. However, before they could even get close, Zephyr, who had been standing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A surge of powerful spiritual force burst outward, instantly rebounding the curse and turning it into bindings that trapped the three of them in place. Immediately, Lorian let out a cold laugh, flicking his fingers.

Chapter Twenty-Five The air outside reeked of impending war. Alex Morano stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the bay where the sea crashed mercilessly into the jagged rocks. The sky above was bruised with storm clouds, smeared in tones of indigo and rust, mirroring the conflict inside him. His coat billowed in the wind, collar upturned, hands clenched in the pockets. Somewhere in the distance, gulls screeched above the angry waves. Below, the sea looked like it wanted to swallow everything whole, just like the world he’d been born into.

The display that follows is not a battle; it is a feral, blood-soaked execution. Clyde’s massive shadow-wolf moves with a terrifying, blinding speed that defies his size. He catches three fighters in his jaws at once, the crunch of their iron armor and bones a sickening, hollow sound that echoes off the cliffs as he crushes them into pulp and tosses their broken remains into the pines. His massive claws tear through their ranks, a whirlwind of liquid black wrath that ignores their silver-tipped arrows entirely, the sheer mass of his Alpha dominance incinerating their weapons before they can even touch his bronze hide.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.

The tragic loss of my wife, our Luna. Our land use to be covered with trees, wildflowers, and there was a vast amount of wildlife. Now we were surrounded by cliffs and dirt, one of the effects from the last war that happened five years ago. Felicity and Damen, two of our special ability members, have been trying to bring our land back to life. But I refuse to let them overexert themselves and possibly die. The war before that was thirteen years prior to the last. We've lost many members in over eighteen years and each death felt like I was reaching my end as well.