Stormbringer Novels & Stories

he says and points at a passage on the book. “Seekers are born with a gift, the power to control magic and conjure anything they so wish. The moon goddess appoints seekers who are purest by blood, heart, and soul. One way to identify a seeker is through… a test. One that requires dragon magic,” he reads and looks at me. I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “What test?” I feel my eyebrow raising higher as Brock snaps the book in his hand and grins. He puts the book on the table, never taking his eyes off me. Suddenly, I felt strange. This isn’t the normal way Brock looks at me because the way he looks at me now makes me want to punch him right in the nose.

I explained. “And who are you?” “I am the hired hand of the Order. That is all you need to know.” I stated as I calmly finished my drink. “And what order would that be?” He asked, annoyed, “Thanks to you I lost my supper.” He sighed, staring off into the crowd. "You should know we, after all, have taken out so many of your kin," as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.”

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

As soon as he unleashed his his technique, there was a more intense sandstorm than anyone had ever experience in a desert and it swept through the enemy frontline and kept going. The storm riders were quick to react, and they responded back with their own technique. "STORM BREAKER!!" they yelled as they intercepted the incoming sandstorm and cancelled it out. But the enemy wasn't done. As soon as the storm riders cancelled out sandstorm, the were met with Zephyr's 'breath of hell', a wind that carried both darkness and pain. As the Yamato army choked on Zephyr's wind, Hopper released her own technique "GREAT PLAGUE" and all forms of poisonous insects swarmed into the battlefield and began ca

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

~STORM My heart was so heavy as I walked into the building and headed straight for my room. The moment I placed down the clothes I had on, I took a quick shower and had my body covered with a long garment. I took out a scarf and then headed to the little alter in my room and turned on a candle. I placed my palms together, the best of my heart so loud and deep that I could hear it. "Moon goddess! Nothing should go wrong in this pack. I really can't hear to see my people in pain." I muttered as a tear graced my cheeks.

The gale screamed down the quiet streets of Brunschière, a shriek that bounced off the stone walls, as though the town itself was attempting to hold back the approaching tempest. Clouds above seethed like some living entity, black and heavy. The air was charged with electricity, heavy and heavy-laden with a feeling of foreboding. It was more than a storm now. It was an plague, a herald of Vosvak's coming. His dark power was drawing nearer, deepening its roots in the soil, encircling Brunschière with an iron vise.

They are literally blocking the hallway. "Ahm, excuse me-" Someone bumped into me. "Owemjiiii, the team is here. Let me see." "Hey, I can't see. Move out of my way." Aist! I doubt I can walk through that bunch of annoying humans. Well, I guess I need to walk the onto the other building just to be at the cafeteria. It's a long way of walking and it's damn hot for pete's sake. Argh, how I hate this. But I don't have any choice. Argh!

His weak hands found mine as he tried to pry my fingers off the blade but my girl remained firm as I pressed the blade deeper into his chest. His grip loosened, his hands falling to his side. I released the blade, standing to my feet. “ In this life and in the next, you'd never make the mistake of taking what belongs to me.” I marched the blade down, his body jolted, blood rolling down his mouth. I closed his eyes, tossing his body into the flames as I crept to the window.

Did my rebirth cause a change in the plot? By the time the sun rose, I was still gripping my blanket like it was a lifeline. I didn't dare let go. When I heard a knock, my soul almost left my body. I screamed. “Zeph!” Lysander burst into my room, eyes wide. “What's wrong?” Oddly enough, seeing him wasn't comforting, not when his golden hair freaking reminded me of that monster. Shaking my head, I looked towards the door and gulped, almost as if the monster would jump in after him and rip my body to shreds.