Sandstorm Warriors Novels & Stories

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 sword in his hand constantly danced, practically killing a wind beast each time he slashed. Thankfully, all of those wind beasts had been restricted to the late stage of the innate level, and their killing techniques were restricted to the middle earth rank. No one who got to the fifth level was weak. Those wind beasts were no match for the warriors alone, but they were charging up in waves. Even if the warriors could face the wind beasts, it was still quite a lot of pressure. The roars of anger from the wind beasts and the crazed shouts of the warriors could both be heard. With the sound of weapons clashing against claws, the originally quiet surroundings became incredibly rowdy.

I wanted him to see the abyss he’d spent years trying to create. Tad remained my anchor, his hand a steady weight on my back. His voice was a low, melodic murmur that cut through the roar of the elements. “You can do this, Cara. Breathe. Control the storm; don’t let it become you.” While Tad held my spirit, Roman secured the perimeter. He moved like a living shadow, flanking Reign with a predator’s grace. Every warrior behind him stood like a statue of iron, their eyes fixed on my father, waiting for the single gesture that would authorize his end.

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

She would always take the stance that she was a warrior first and would lead her people from the front lines. When the alarm sounded, Antony would go to Fort Knox and lead our warriors from his cameras. He would be our eyes from every post around the compound. The Demon faction would close all the shops and take up positions around the compound. The coven’s warriors had all been divided up and would all move to their own sectors and defend their posts. The gates would lock down and magically seal, only allowing selected people out, but no one was permitted entrance until the threat was defeated and the sirens were turned off. The warriors that roamed the outer perimeter would continue to kee

the warriors echoed, their voice a fierce battle cry that resonated through the clearing. With a final nod to Aaron, I turned and began to move, the warriors falling into formation behind me. We moved as one, a silent, deadly force, slipping into the shadows of the forest. Tonight, we would take back our pack. SARA Watching Eden,Aaron and the warriors leave for the moonstone pack, my heart ached with worry, a constant, gnawing fear that I couldn’t shake. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold together the pieces of my anxiety. The memory of Eden’s face, strong and resolute as he led his warriors into the night, replayed in my mind.

*Cataclysm Teaser Avalanche is currently writing a thrilling story, which made him known and had a lot of readers and fans in an instant while he's chilling and reading the story of Sandstorm, he fell asleep. Avalanche is a fan of Sandstorm which he doesn't deny, he even introduce Sandstorm to his readers just to continue what Sandstorm's begun.* I saw that he think of something. “Why don’t you do the style you usually do? It seems like your narration style there isn’t you.” He said.

Yet, I soon realized that his vocal prowess wasn't mere theatrics; he was channeling his rage to amplify the potency of the quicksand he'd conjured. A mighty force seized the adversaries standing upon the large rocks. The quicksand spiraled around them, ensnaring them in a vice-like grip. Some tried to leap clear of the advancing sand-beast, only to be pulled inexorably into its abyss. The quicksand consumed the six agile warriors of The Miss. "Heal! Buff! Enhance! Heal! Buff! Enhance! Heal!" The remnants of Bonbon's ethereal fabric swirled, ceaselessly hurling torrents of energy, a relentless cascade of support.

“Great, now I know I'm crazy.” Walking through the last patch of woods before she could see a small pattern of smoke, she was getting closer. “Little Dove?” Light Stick said coming into the clearing. “Grandpa!” Abey exclaimed, running into his arms. Light Stick was a warrior in his time, he was big and bulky, every woman in the camp wanted his protection. “I've missed this place, so many times!” Abey said. “Are you here on a good visit or a bad one?” he asked curiously, walking with her towards the camp. “You know the Tribe is going to be excited to see you, and how beautiful you are,” he said squeezing her closer to him.

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.