Stormbringer Novels & Stories

Lucian’s wings are full thunder-dragon, lightning crawling over every feather. Kayo’s tails are nine burning spears. Rowan has a book open in one hand and reality cracking in the other. I have Hellebore Mist drawn and Sânge Furtună under my arm like I was born holding both. Kael Stormrider skids through the ruined doorway, barefoot, bleeding from one ear, grinning like this is the best day of his life. Kael: “They’re here. Whole damn High Aerie. They brought the Citadel.”

"Nelson, you're the worst! Rejecting Jen in public but clinging to her gift like a secret treasure. Well, I won't let you charm her!" With that, he chucked the bracelet into a trash can with a loud clatter. I paused, my voice turning ice-cold. "Alfred, it's game over for you." That bracelet was a wedding present from Carol Smith herself. It might have resembled Jennifer's gift, but its value was through the roof. If Carol, with her dark mood, ever found out someone tossed the love token she gave me, she would probably be furious enough to commit murder. Alfred's rage spiked at my response, and he lifted his hand to strike me.

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.

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

"When will you learn to respect people?" Pointing at the door, I barked, "Get out!" He flinched, realizing he'd misread me. Mortified, he raised his hand to hit back. "Who do you think you are?" "Stop! What are you doing?" Lauren stormed in and pushed him away. "Is this how your dad raised you? You messed up and won't own it, and now you're raising a hand to a woman?" I watched, wiping my cheek. Colin glared at me and ran out.

On the horizon, dark clouds gathered, hinting at a storm unlike any they had seen before. The trio turned to face the horizon, their eyes widening as they took in the approaching tempest. The clouds weren't just dark; they swirled menacingly, lightning bolts zigzagging through them like furious, electrified snakes. Cassandra, her voice shaking, whispered, "What is that?" Elara, her grip tightening on her pendant, replied, "It's the Gathering Storm. It's said to appear only when a great shift in power is imminent." Darius, ever the strategist, began to analyze the situation. "That's not just a natural storm. It's dark magic. And it's heading straight for us."

Zara was reading a story aloud, her soothing voice weaving magic into the air, while Milak playfully tussled Aqua's hair, making her giggle. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The wind outside picked up, howling with an eerie intensity. The temperature dropped, and a heavy sense of foreboding settled over the house. Milak's playful demeanor vanished as he stood up, his eyes narrowing in concern. Zara paused mid-sentence, her gaze snapping to the window. "A storm is coming," Milak said, his voice tight with worry. He moved to the window, pulling back the curtain to peer outside. Zara set the book down, her expression mirroring her husband's unease. "It's not just a storm," she whispered, her v

she smirks. She had licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge she ever burned, she feared no hell for she tasted it and ruled it. >>REALITY<< Roxanne jerked awake with a startle and instantly, a cry of pain decamped her lips; her hand automatically went up to her head to put the pounding in her head to a halt but her beclouded vision immediately zoomed in on her surroundings, and quickly, the stabbing feeling in her head dematerialized and her vision cleared just as quickly.

"Susan , maybe this is an opportunity for closure, a chance to understand your roots and find a sense of belonging." Sarah nods in agreement. "You've always been there for us, Susan , supporting us through thick and thin. Now it's our turn to support you as you navigate this unexpected chapter of your life." Tears stream down my cheeks as I feel the weight of their love and acceptance. The whirlwind of emotions inside me begins to settle, replaced by a glimmer of hope for a new beginning. "I'm scared," I admit, my voice quivering. "Scared of opening old wounds, scared of being hurt again."

I chuckled. "It's a free show. You're only seeing live what you watch on your phones anyway. And don't lie and say you don't," Tyce taunted us. We all laughed, immediately groaning from the pain it caused. "Blake, Alexander, Tyson, I owe all of you," Alpha Antoine spoke in his French Canadian accent. "Both Lune Nordique and Bois Sombre are at your disposal. Any time you need help, our warriors are yours." "That's all we ask," Alex responded. "You can never have too many friends when it comes to war."