Red Storm Manhwa Novels & Stories

Rain whimpers. “Shut the fuck up!” I yell at Rain again. Taking a deep breath and calming myself, I do what is best for me, for the pack, “I, Jordan Reed, reject you, Rain Stillwater as my mate and future Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack and Guardian of the Portal to the Diamond Realm.” The pain of breaking the bond is so great, I feel I am being ripped in two. “No, no, no!” Rain says, her hands clutching at her chest.

He would study my movements and wait for the perfect moment. I seized on this and immediately attacked. Storm pounced, his strong hind legs propelling him through the air. Gamma Stone hadn’t expected such a fast attack right off the start and tried to roll, but he wasn’t fast enough. Storm sank his teeth into Gamma Stone’s shoulder. The taste of blood, metallic and warm, ignited the primal side of Storm. Gamma Stone kicked Storm off him and dashed to the side. Storm whipped around to face him, blood dripping from his mouth, soaking the fur on his face.

And all of them were coming for us. For the realm. For me. “HOLD!” I shouted, lifting my palm high into the air. My voice cracked through the storm like a sword through silence. Warriors along the front line—Highland wolves in black steel, forest clans in bark-etched leather, humans clutching blessed rifles—braced. Behind us, the wolves howled. One long, united sound of fury and promise. And then— I let the storm go. Lightning erupted from my fingers, searing the sky open in a white-hot arc. It coiled like a living whip, smashing into the first line of wraith riders—and they didn’t fall. They exploded.

The man in the bone mask turned and ran into the darkness, leaving Leo behind. Alaric turned back to me. He scooped me up into his arms. He was warm. He was real. "I have you," he whispered. But as he carried me toward the throne, a loud horn sounded from outside the palace. It wasn't the royal horn. It was the horn of the Umbra-Knights. I looked toward the window. The sky wasn't dark anymore. It was purple. Thousands of black banners were moving toward the palace. The rebellion wasn't a small group. It was an army.

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

Storm All I planned to do was kiss him, just once and lightly, but Raven seems to be taking control of me right now. I've lost control, and forget everything as I stay above him, and begin to strip us. He groans loudly as I feel his cock harden beneath me, his hand tangles into my hair more as I force my tongue into his mouth and kiss him. "Princess Storm!" The shout has me jumping. Oh, crap. I peer up and see Yori staring at me. "I don't think your parents would approve of you stripping yourself in front of guards," he mutters.

Cloud Spirit Island! After experiencing this chaos, it became calm again. There was no wind or wind, and the atmosphere was particularly relaxed. However, Zephyr Khan sensed that the entire island seemed to be emanating a faint strange fluctuation. Faintly, one could hear dragon cries echoing out. The voices sounded extremely strange. Although they were not particularly fierce, they could make people's hearts palpitate. Zephyr Khan's eyes are flickering. He has been staring at that Spiritual Stones Blood-red deposit with an extremely serious expression.

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

"Quiet! Just a Li Qing Yue, if I fail to manage her, then how will I gain the Lord's trust? Li Qing Yue, you had better know what's best for you and sign this contract! Otherwise...!" "Once upon a time, in an empire long fraught with war, there lived a saint who loved her people." They were blurring. The red room and women and shadows. Clarity and the countless ants and scorpions crawling over her skin. The endless pain and torture experienced on the cold marble floor and the wet, sticky liquid from the numerous cuts, bites, stings, and lacerations. It was all blurring, like an image in a dream. "What is happening? Why is she not breathing? Check her pulse! Check her pulse!"

Curling up in a near by meadow we rolled around and then found a comfortable position. It was days like this we wished to go undisturbed. But we knew it would come to an end shortly. Mom and dad never let us stay out too long, especially not in wolf form. Hi I am Storm and my wolfs name is Rain. Why the name Storm? When I was born I came out with a full head of hair that was so light it was practically white I had one grey eye and one black colored eye. I was marked by the moon Goddess herself with a crescent moon on the left side of my chest that now was right above my well endowed breast. My parents worst fears were confirmed when I turned 16 and we shifted. Rain my wolf came forth and wit