Cloud Strife Novels & Stories

Richard asked. "Technically, you just did,"Janet laughed. "You must be very bat at grammar, there is a difference between cute, pretty and beautiful,"Richard replied. "Oh really Mr. Grammar? Tell me their differences,"Janet requested. Before Richard could reply, he noticed the lightings in the cloudy sky. "Oh my God, we are in trouble,"Richard said. "What is it?"Janet asked worriedly. "I think is going to rain,"Richard responded. "Oh my goodness, you scared the hell out of me Richard, I thought it was something serious,"Janet answered.

This is the second in the insanity Series dealing with the Watson's and the two characters of Max and Deanna. The third will be released in November of 2020. The name of it is Breaking the eye wall. It continues shortly after where Weathering the storm leaves off. A tie in series will be released in December called "The nightmare begins." This story though fictionalized did happen in the US in late 2019. The charaters will be along or the journey in Breaking the eye wall but they will have their own series called "Nightmare". This is the first book in that series.

--- The First Clash Hollowflame tore from me in a wave. The first line vanished before it screamed—armour blistering, banners erupting, spears sagging like wax. Wolves staggered mid-charge, paws burning into ash. Men shrieked, shields liquefying between their fingers. Horses reared, eyes catching fire, manes dissolving into sparks. The river that cut the battlefield boiled in an instant. Steam roared upward, cloaking the ridge. When it cleared, only glass and bones floated on bubbles that popped with tiny screams.

"Then we have three days to find them. Or prepare to fight something worse than gods." A roar echoed through the valley. Not a beast. Not a storm. But something *between*. By nightfall, the pack reached the high ridge known as the Crying Cliffs. There, the storm waited. It wasn't clouds or rain. It was a *wall* of shimmering energy, swirling with silver fire and violet lightning. Faces flashed within it, not human, not wolf, not anything Aria could name. Just pain. Memory. Hunger. Kael clenched his fists. "They're inside that."

"The Golden Claw pack is at our borders, and they're demanding to see Ava." My heart sank, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me. It seemed like my worst fears were coming true. The war was coming to our doorstep, and I didn't know if we could avoid it.

.“Ready my horse,” I said. “And call Captain Myles. I want the Stormguard on alert.”Kira raised a brow. “You’re going to the ridge?”“I need to see it myself.”“Clara—”“No more thrones. No more waiting. If Dorian’s playing games on two fronts, I need to outmaneuver him. Not sit on velvet while my people burn.”For a moment, I saw approval flicker behind Kira’s eyes. Then she nodded.“I’ll hold the court,” she said. “And watch your back from here.”Outside, the sky was burning.Not from fire—but from light.A strange crimson glow bled from the clouds over the southern peaks, dancing like lightning but with no thunder to follow. My wolf stirred under my skin—uneasy, alert.Magic.Old. Wild. Unnatural.I

And for Elara, the person they had once called a friend, now a stranger standing on the other side of fate. The storm above them roared to life, a violent swirl of black clouds and crackling lightning that seemed to tear apart the sky. Each thunderclap was like a beat of war drums, echoing the chaos that was about to unfold. The earth beneath them trembled, and the creature, now subdued but still dangerously aware, slowly rose back to its towering form. It was as though Elara had summoned an entirely new force, one that bound them all in an impossible choice.

He grabbed Vein by the collar and punched him squarely in the face again. The two of them struggled, crashing into the lab table, causing everything to shatter in chaos. Sharp shards of glass cut into their skin, blood dripping in droplets. Their eyes met for a brief moment—Cliff’s eyes were ablaze with fury, ready to burn everything down, while Vein’s eyes were cold, distant, yet tinged with something resembling... pity. No matter how intelligent Vein was, he could not overcome the insane strength of Cliff in this moment.

The sky above us was a swirling mass of black clouds, a reflection of the chaos about to unfold below. The air buzzed with unnatural energy, thick and heavy as if even nature itself was bracing for the coming storm. I stood at the edge of the battlefield, my heart pounding in time with the rhythmic thrum of distant war drums. This was it. The final confrontation.

**On the Edge of Everything** The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning debris. Claire's vision blurred as she tried to steady herself after the explosion, her heart pounding in her chest. The docks had become a battlefield, the shouts of armed men echoing off the warehouses, gunfire punctuating the chaos. Ruiz was somewhere in the fray, and Claire could hear her yelling commands, though the words were muffled in the ringing aftermath of the blast.