Stormbringer Novels & Stories

"How can you ask him to hide this pain?" "He is strong! It's in his blood." Saroj caressed his head and smiled. "He is brave and strong..." Mira looked at Damon who was sitting silently there. "Why are you looking restless, Mira?" Damon nodded at Mira, gesturing her to tell her everything. "Maa, I have Mangal Dosha and for that our pandit ji has suggested a ritual where Damon's mother's presence is mandatory. Without you the ritual is incomplete." Mira explained.

ELMBROOK, AVAREN NOVEMBER 1347 IT began with the storm. I hovered at the edge of the mortal realm, the wind bending and howling as my presence disrupted its natural course. Clouds swirled in a violent dance, thick and dark, spilling rain in heavy torrents across the land below. The storm was my messenger, my herald. It swept over forests and fields, through villages that clung desperately to fragile light. Mortals cowered, their eyes cast skyward in awe and fear.

Just like the previous times, coming back to reality was like plummeting from some great height into the depth of stormy seas. The surface swallowed her up like the mouth of a giant fish, sucking her down into the maelstrom of freezing cold darkness. It rolled her like a washing machine until she couldn't tell up from down or dark from light. But just as quickly as she had plummeted into that strange void between reality she knew and the reality she had come from, Chloe felt herself being pulled out of the depths.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

“Yes. They are known as Elemental Gods for they can control the four basic elements here on earth: fire, water, wind, and earth. Though each wolf can manipulate the four, there is one element that they are always good at. Sometimes two.” She popped a berry on her mouth before noticing that I am, indeed, not wearing a bra since my nipples are sticking out as if it yearns to be bare as well. “Your Tyler—” Wow, Melissa really said my Tyler. If one could die just because of immense smiling, perhaps that will be the cause of my death on my death certificate. “He is known as The Stormbringer. Apart from Jose, he is the fastest one who can summon a storm—which is a c

Meanwhile, Blonde Jack was not tired; the more he fought, the easier it got. The yellow sand was moving beneath their feet, constantly swept away by the vigorous energy the two emanated. Suddenly, it felt as if the two were making a clean-sweep of everything. “The acting leader of the Caesar Mercenary Corps, Stormbringer… you can go to hell now!” Blonde Jack used his scissors to hack at the yellow sand that came head-on at him. Then, he lowered his body and opened the scissors in his hand and ferociously slashed the blade at Stormbringer’s abdomen.

"Because you're worth nothing!" Aazim, already full of rage lifted the sword high above his head, he held the gaze of Omar for a little longer before bringing the blade down on him.

And I’d walked right into it. The Storm-Bringer was caged. The paradox was fractured. And as I stared down the two identical, infinite paths of smooth grey stone, I knew the only way out was to play their game. But I’d be damned if I’d play it by their rules. They wanted to test the anomaly? Fine. They were about to get a full audit.

These whirlwinds, like sentient storms, spiraled across the battlefield, crackling with dark energy, aimed directly at Lara. Lara’s heart pounded as she stood her ground, watching the sky fill with Thana’s stormy avatars. The whirlwinds circled around her, moving faster and faster, creating a barrier of dark winds that blocked out the light and obscured her vision. Their force tugged at her, pulling her toward the center of the storm as if intending to shred her piece by piece.

The words cracked like thunder. Murmurs rippled — not mocking like before but disbelief. Some even looked…respectful. Vladislav continued, his gaze still on me. "She held her own. She drew blood. She fought with discipline. She earns her place." He extended the Harbingers, both blades gleaming wickedly in his hands. For a moment, I thought he was taunting me again. But then he offered them forward. "They're yours now." I blinked. Slowly, I reached out, taking the hilts.