Siege And Storm Novels & Stories

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

Because they choose to. Commander Rovan stepped forward. "Our scouts confirmed Stormclaw's defenses." "They're expecting a siege," he said. A few of the others chuckled. One even grinned. They thought this would be easy. Poor fools. I walked around the table. "Tell me... If you wanted to rob a house... Would you knock on the door?" No one answered. "Or would you wait until everyone inside ran to defend another room?" There was silence. "I would wait until everyone inside ran to defend another room."

His face was calm, but it looked like a storm was about to break. Anna felt her heart shiver and could not bring herself to say another word. The car rounded the last bend and pulled into the southern villa neighborhood. Walter stepped out of the car, his mind reeling. The place he once knew so well was now just a heap of rubble. The fire must have raged for hours. Everything around had been reduced to ashes. The ashes, which were soaked with water, had seeped into the burnt ground. Matthias was hunched over in the middle of the destruction, blood dripping from his hands.

Kat retorted. “Lower your voice, oh my god,” Eli said, warning Kat for somebody might hear what she was saying. “The program had not even started, and yet you all are already fighting? Hi, Boss R!” Hugo spoke while coming near them, not forgetting to greet Eli’s father who came here for the occasion. They shook hands and Ross jokingly tightened his grip on Hugo’s hand. Daniel, Hugo’s twin brother, was there, too. He is the one to accompany the latter in the ceremony.

The first impact struck like a thunderclap. Stone shattered as the war machines of Sienna’s army unleashed their fury upon the fortress. The defenders braced themselves behind crumbling walls, gripping weapons with white-knuckled hands. Smoke and dust filled the air, choking out the dawn’s light. Elior stood at the battlements, his cloak whipping in the wind as he watched the enemy advance. “They’re bringing the siege engines closer!” Myrra shouted, ducking as another ball of fire crashed into the courtyard below.

I hug him like a woman who almost learned what it feels like to be grabbed by the wrong hands in the wrong place. Dawson’s arms wrap around me instantly, tight and shaking, as if his body is furious at the universe and can only express it by holding me harder. His mouth brushes my hair as he whispers, rough, “I'm here.” My voice breaks against his chest. “Thank you.” Behind us, Liberty’s breathing is ragged with rage. Miles is already texting Carver. Rowan is watching the street again, eyes sharp. And in the warm, flour scented air of Liberty’s bakery, I understand the shape of what’s coming with terrifying clarity: The next escalation won’t be a text. It will be flesh and bone wrong place,

People looked up and saw how Stormee, with a flick of her hand, had ended almost a hundred Dark Elves, and saved everyone. We could see the bodies of Audon, Aegnor, and Invansaar wiggle in desperation. Stormee looked at them. "You were fighting a lost war..." her voice boomed in the crowd. You don't deserve mercy, but I will grant you some..." she said, and my head snapped at her. Suddenly, she aimed a thunderbolt at each of them, ending their lives immediately. We saw how ashes covered the cages where the dark elves were kept. People looked up and clapped at her, and her raw power mesmerized everyone, including me.

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

Inside, heat from braziers fought a losing battle with the draft that snuck under the edges. The map of the capital lay on the table again, but this time with more precise marks—thanks to Ashridge scouts who’d risked the outer ditches, Stormfall’s river eyes, and the few spies inside the city still willing to whisper. Kael stood at the head of the table. Aria at his right. Jace, Mirella, Stormfall’s envoy, Ashridge’s Alpha, and a smattering of other pack leaders filled the circle. “Siege,” Ashridge said bluntly. “We hold the outer ring. Cut roads. Starve them until they crack.”

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—"