Stormbringer Novels & Stories

Kalden yelled again, and I craned my neck to look at the pale-faced man that looked smaller far below me, only seconds before the boom of the barriers finally breaking exploded through the space. “Shit! It's happening! En guard soldiers! Defend your positions! Eyes in the trees!” I screamed, my heart beating a mile a minute as I watched a hurricane of the white film spread out over the surrounding forest, blowing through the vines and snapping trees as it moved, my eyes widening the split-second realization hit me. Those fuckers must have known this would happen when the witch’s borders broke! They were going to ride the storm, the gust of wind, spell magic that was going to bring them head-

Let him bring his fire. I’ll bring the storm.

*bang* *bang* *bang* "You guys never even considered negotiating with us, crafty Nethrillias. Our agreement is now void." As the shots were fired, Ifrit skillfully evaded the incoming bullets. His movements were fluid and precise. With a quick motion, he drew a circle on the sandy ground beneath his feet. As the circle glowed, the sand surrounding it began to turn a fiery red, and a swirling steam rose, resembling a scorching sandstorm. Ifrit's sika, emanating an overwhelming power, warmed the air around the cold desert, proving that their claim of invincibility in this region was not an exaggeration. Ravyn and Zamonte could feel the scorching heat on the red sand under their feet. The purpl

"But you can't hide from me." Henry stepped forward, his alpha instincts compelling him to protect his pack and his mate. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice resolute. The shadowy wolf's eyes locked onto Yennifer, and a cruel smile twisted its features. "I am the Stormbringer," it replied, its voice dripping with malice. "And I have come for what is rightfully mine." Before Henry could react, the Stormbringer unleashed a surge of dark energy, enveloping Yennifer in its inky tendrils. She cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, her strength waning.

“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.

He never once told them to stop until the last bucket was empty. He slowly walked over to her, bent down, and wiped her cheek with a silk handkerchief. But his words were sharp and cruel. "Sandra is awake. She doesn't blame you for cursing her and forgives you. She even said it wasn't really you who did it, but you were possessed." He paused. "I had my men prepare the salt water for you. It's supposed to ward off evil spirits, but it won't do anything unless you're soaked in it for 72 hours."

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙣

“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.