Stormbringer Novels & Stories

“The reason still breathes. And you walk directly toward it.” Kael braced his arm in front of me. “If you want her, you’re going through all of us.” The Echo-Binder tilted their head. “A noble sentiment. A foolish one.” Mara lunged forward first, blade slicing through the wind. The Echo-Binder raised a hand and the air bent around them — not pushing, not blocking, but folding like it recognized them as its anchor. Mara’s strike missed by inches. Dren, trembling but determined, hurled a wave of blue fire that sputtered instantly and was swallowed by the storm’s force.

“It’s Marseille Thorkellson!” My eyes bulged. “That voice.” I recognized it during the time we fought Mount Fort. Glancing back in the sky, two braves in samurai armors were standing atop a small cloud. “Look!” I pointed, the rest caught sight of them. The older braves dropped their jaws upon recognizing them. “It’s the Storm Brothers,” Marseille gasped. “You’re right,” Chief Bess reconfirmed. “It is them.” “Who?” Wilt asked. “Stormbringer’s champions,” Raja replied. “They’re from a top mercenary guild. They must be one of the guilds that the Eagles had hired. Everyone, get ready!”

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

Ethan Brownfur was one of the rarest magicians that possessed special talent to induce fragmented soul into a weapon. Fourteen years ago, Ethan had created three rune weapons from the remaining soul of Fenrir, the legendary breath winter wolf, who weaved eternal ice to the surrounding of Blackfrost Kingdom. Ethan presented the Frostbringer to Jayden, a blue-crystal sword that could emit freezing rays; He gave the Hailstorm to Carson, a giant two-handed axe that could summon blizzards and strong winds; lastly, he granted Aiden the Frozenthorn, a gallant white crystal-spear that could raise icicle spikes from the ground.

The remaining five all stood up to their feet and retrieved their swords from the ground and aimed at Storm. "Oh, so you guys are going to play hard to get? At least before you die, tell me who sent you? You saw what I did to your friend, right? I blood bended him and I will do worse to the remaining of you if you don't tell me who sent you," Storm said, trying to talk to them into letting them tell him who placed the order. When he waited for a few minutes and none of them spoke a word rather they were surrounding him, he smirked, his red eyes started glowing. He made fire come out from his two palms and with a speed they didn't even know he possessed, he circled them, ringing them with fir

Two months later, his friends asked again, "Tristan, how long has it been since Esther contacted you?" Tristan froze, unable to respond. It had been a while since Esther had reached out to him. The home that had once been theirs felt empty without her. It was just cold brick walls now and could no longer be called a home. "This isn't right. Esther's always been soft and gentle, but now she's acting so decisively." At that moment, Tristan's friend, Jordan Fletcher, hesitated before saying, "Tristan, I heard Esther's with the heir of the Russell family in Straburgh."

He drops to one knee in front of me and bows his head, I look at both Clay and Bellona puzzled by the man's actions. “Please stand, I am…” He stands and stops me mid sentence. “I know who you are, Alpha. I just never realised you had returned” The stranger says before turning to Bellona “Bellona, apologies” Then to Clayton “My apologies, Alpha we have had quite a few attacks lately and it is breeding season for us” “I understand, I am Alpha Clayton Blackridge of Lobo Sombra, and this is my mate Luna Enyo Burnside,” Clayton says, holding out his hand to the other man. My wolf is purring in the way Clay refers to us as his Luna.

The fire erupted. It burst through her skin black and wild, devouring. Trees splintered like bones cracking under an unseen hand. Small creatures shrieked and vanished into ash. The familiar they had conjured together — that luminous, impossible creation — screamed as it was wrenched into the world unbidden. Its twin followed, both howling, their light torn ragged by the black tide. Sierra fell to her knees. The storm inside her chest became the storm outside. She screamed, but it wasn’t a human sound anymore.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in