Stormbringer Novels & Stories

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

He felt like I was the one doing something wrong, like I was the bad guy. “Drop your aura,” Brock commanded as he hugged her head to his chest. I zero my eyes in on Syria, who whimpers against his chest. The sight was pitiful to my wolf, but I was too enraged that she knew, all along. All this time, she was working with Zane and she led her to him and now, he has her. “Drop it! I won’t warn you a third time,” he threatened, his eyes flickering to reveal his dragon.

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.”

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