Storm Dragon Novels & Stories

she asked with a smile. “Never better.” He said as he kissed her gently. “now let’s get home so we can move on to the next stage.” “I think that is the plan.” Deanna said as she looked at him, “Whatever comes next is going to be fine as we move on.” “The next part is the main part of the storm. We are just close to the eye wall.” Max said as he shut the door to the van and walked around. As he did Deanna thought to herself, they will just have to break the eye wall themselves.

I fell on top of Abeloth with a thud as the jet lost altitude and I never looked back once. “Fly like you’ve never flown before Abeloth,” I yelled down at him. “What do you think I’m doing?” he roared back at me as I clung for dear life as Abeloth increased his speed. I was praying to whoever would listen to keep them safe. I had no idea what was going on but if Kaida was afraid then I was afraid. Kaida was a fierce dragoness, one that wouldn’t let anyone hurt Wynter or Echo, they were both a part of her.

Harris thought it was so magical being in the sky and looking at the two large dragons flying on their right. Harris could easily tell which one was Lana. Her dragon was almost half the size of Adonis and Atticus. Draven was bigger than both. His wing span was larger, and his body was twice the size of Lana's. Draven’s tail stretched out longer than the other two dragons. The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier.

But here she is speaking to me like we are bound by blood. But most important, how did she know my name? "Who are you?" I asked, scared out of my mind. "Fear not, child," she murmured, her voice echoing with the wind. "You are a stormwolf, a child born with the strength of the water and moonlight, the heir of two worlds." I was more confused than I was, staring at her with brows furrowed. I wanted to tell her that she got the wrong person. But my lips couldn't move. She suddenly covered the space between us in a second, and my eyes lit up in surprise. Before whispering into my ears.

Their bodies glistened with sunfire, they coiled around the dragons that opposed her, grinding their scales to dust. Wings beat in panic, slicing through clouds of dust, but the serpents only tightened. Scales cracked. Bones snapped beneath the pressure, a symphony of destruction echoing across the dunes. Some dragons tried to ignite the air with flame, yet their fires suffocated in the storm she commanded , swallowed whole by her wrath older than their bloodlines. Still the glyphs pulsed, drawing breath after breath from the desert. Their movements were endless and unrelenting, each one striking with the force of the shifting earth. The ground became a living graveyard, swallowing dragon r

Her talons slashed across the Mother’s back, carving symbols of the First Dawn into her shadowed flesh. The Mother shrieked, stumbling forward—only to be caught in a burst of wind and crackling fire as Tora shifted midair into Margaret, a dragon forged of sky and flame, her roar shaking the heavens. Her tail whipped across the battlefield, shattering every cursed sigil the Mother had left behind. Then came the storm. Chelsea, wrapped in a cloak of lightning and moss, Athena’s silver eyes glowing behind her own, raised her hands—and a cyclone of earth and storm spun into existence. It struck the Mother like judgment itself, tethering her to the ground. Still, she fought. Still, she laughed.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Tove asked. Sweetcheeks shrugged. "I don't know. Like I said, I've only known one other." I turned to Drace. "Do you have someone you trust who could share their information with us?" She nodded. "Yeah. But it will take him a hot minute to get here. He's in Ireland with my thunder." "Thunder?" Sweetcheeks asked. I was glad she asked first. I had no idea what Drace was talking about. "A thunder of dragons. Much like a herd of sheep or cattle. A murder of crows. The official name for a group of dragons." Drace smiled. "I can call him, have him start flying over."

Drake was so frustrated that he didn’t know where to vent his anger. He has seen fear in people, especially in his enemies but seeing the fear of Emily; it seems like she saw him as a monster. He’s an Alpha, the king of the Blue Moon pack. The powerful of all, but he stopped just because he saw Emily’s tears? Damn it! He could feel that there was something different about the girl. He could feel a foreign attraction towards her that he couldn’t explain. What angered him more was that she was emotionally and mentally weak.

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us