Cloud Strife Novels & Stories

The battlefield, which had been silent just moments before, now trembled with the weight of an impending war. "Now," Cora whispered under her breath, the words full of promise and bloodlust. "Let it begin." The battlefield was a war-torn symphony of chaos and bloodshed. The clash of swords, the roar of battle cries, and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the air as the three clans engaged in a merciless struggle. It was clear—Cora’s clan was out for dominance, and they were pitted against the combined forces of Norwan’s and Natalie’s clans. The odds were staggering, but it wasn’t just about numbers—it was about strategy. And in this moment, Cora’s clan seemed to have

The clash of their powers sent shockwaves through the air, the energy crackling and intertwining like a dance of fate. As they battled, the echoes of their conflict seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of the realm itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the sky overhead churned with storm clouds that mirrored the turmoil of their confrontation. Lightning streaked across the heavens, illuminating the battlefield with an otherworldly glow. "You cannot stop what has been set in motion," the antagonist hissed thr

Storm walked up to her but stopped mid step when two more men walked inside the room too behind her, with blank expressions. For a moment, her heart skipped and hairs rose automatically, but she calmed herself down as the three walked further into the room. It was...the men, two of them were the man in the picture, but Storm could not figure out which one was in the picture because these two men standing beside Tasha looked exactly alike. No single difference… Well there are some differences. One looked leaner and his hair was styled in a bun, but aside that…she was practically staring at clones.

Philip looked even more livid after hearing Melvin's answer. He pointed at me and growled, "Elyse Brock, you really couldn't wait, huh? If you can't marry me, you'd just swap in someone else? Seriously? Is this really for your mom? Or is it just to spite me?" Melvin frowned, his expression darkening. He bent slightly and gently set me down. "Give me a second." Then, he rolled up his sleeves. Philip sneered. "You wanna fight me? Who do you think you are? Idiot, can't you see you're being used? You think she has feelings for you? She's just—"

The sky cracked like glass under pressure it was never meant to hold. Not lightning. Not storm. Something worse—something that sounded like existence itself losing patience. Aria stood on the broken ridge above the collapsing valley; fingers curled so tightly around the edge of her cloak that her knuckles went pale beneath the fabric. Below her, war didn’t move in one direction anymore. It didn’t even move in one time. It fractured.

abandoning their perfect logic for Physical Contact. The "Indigo Cloak" had worked against their machines, but it wouldn't work against a fleet of a thousand crystalline drones descending like a swarm of locusts. "They're coming down, Sloane," Vara signaled, her voice filled with a ancient, tectonic dread. "The 'Mirage' is over. Now, we fight them in the mud." Kael collapsed as the phase-shift ended. The sky returned to its normal, scorched gray. He looked up at Sloane, his eyes dull and flickering. "Who... are you?" he whispered.

Clarisse’s face tensed, her pupils narrowing like a predator that had just received hunting instructions. “So Lysander wants me to bring Adrian down from within...” She stood up slowly, a dangerous smile creeping across her face. “All right. Let’s start this little war.” The snow fell harder, as if the outside world was holding its breath, waiting to see who would bite deeper first. And the war between the two demons... had just entered its darkest phase.

The crimson haze thickened along the tree line, pulsing faintly as if breathing. I felt it in my chest like a pressure. Clara’s power, or something older using her hands. Behind me, James said, “If this goes wrong, they’ll call it civil war.” “It already is,” I said. “They just haven’t counted the bodies yet.” I watched the smoke curl upward until the sun vanished behind it. Far off, a flicker of silver lit the sky Aria’s mark answering something unseen. I whispered to the distance, “Hold your light, Aria. I’ll hold the dark until you’re ready.”

"A tsunami slammed into the island right after we dropped her off. The water swallowed everything. We couldn't get back in time." The news smashed into Barrett like a wrecking ball. He released the guard and staggered back. Astrid's triumphant smile hardened. "Barrett, don't fall for it. This has to be just another one of Octavia's pathetic schemes to ruin our wedding." Those words were the last straw. Barrett whipped around, his eyes flashing with a murderous glint that made Astrid recoil. The restrained man she thought she could control was gone, replaced by a ruthless demon.

But it seemed fate had other plans, as Jericho unexpectedly reappeared with the mysterious scroll. His words echoed in her ears like a chilling warning. "No one must see the scroll in your hand except the minister of accounting." Xena's heart raced with curiosity, and she was tempted to break Jericho's command and unravel the scroll's contents. Yet, fear gnawed at her, as if revealing its secrets might thrust her into a realm of darkness she couldn't escape from.