Stormbringer Novels & Stories

Nio stood still, waiting for the attack, when several goblin archers on the barricades shouted: "Sunbringer, that's the Sunbringer." The shout spread among the crowd and while some called him by his new nickname, others shouted: "King slayer!" The shamans at the barricades hesitated. That hesitation gave Shieena just enough time to yell: “I am bringing home your brothers and sisters, all of them former prisoners from Canestor. I bring with me the Sunbringer, killer of the dwarf king. You will not use force against us. If you do, he will destroy you with his terrible black magic. He will rain terror and death upon you!”

The blizzard was not a natural occurrence; it was a physical manifestation of the Blood-Moon King’s malice. It screamed through the jagged passes of the Silver Peaks, a wall of white ice and freezing wind that sought to strip the warmth from any living thing. Lyra stood at the prow of the lead transport, her eyes glowing with a sapphire fire that cut through the gloom. She was no longer a woman; she was a storm in human skin.

A heavy jerk went through the ship as a third attacker shrammed the left wooden wing and deep Furrys torn into the carbonium braid. The Rover got into the mess. “I got you!” Kael grumbled. He grabbed my arms, grabbed the cross with his involuntary Apex force and ripped it right with a brutal movement. Together we forced the steel lungs back to course. At the same time we have the sog of the huge funnel. The world around us was suddenly dark. The Breath of the Storm Outside tumult and was made by an ear-powdering, mechanical grinding

And the gale force wind, screaming with the voice of the glen, tore into the entities, freezing the water on their rubbery flesh until their bodies shattered under the extreme, sudden physical toll. From the cliff's edge, the new leader of the blood-born recoiled, its unhinged jaw clamping shut with a frustrated, clicking snap. It looked up toward the distant, hidden figure on the high ridge, realizing for the first time that while Malakai had opened the cage, they had absolutely no idea that the glen itself carried a crown of thunder and a blade of storms. The elemental army, led by the commander in the sky, had just drawn the line. The sky above the ridge did not just storm; it fractured.

Shocked, Beatrice watched the life disappear from his eyes, and his screaming finally stopped. The shaman sank into the air, swallowed by it until there was nothing left to mark its passing save for a small shiver in a space a few metres off of the ground. Whilst the shaman had gone, the voice had not. ‘Bringer of Joy they call you,’ it sneered. ‘And the incorruptible heart decrees the rescue of her nemesis. How noble you are Bringer. As noble as your sister is brave. Your kind reeks of humanity. It has no place here. But you are two when there must be three. Only then can you influence that which you cannot see, and only then can the light touch those in darkness. And in the darkness, Bring

Percy doesn’t turn, but he does pause, head tilted to the side. “I- Thank you,” Alcina shouts, and Percy throws his head back to laugh, as though Alcina had said something particularly amusing. And then, without looking back, the Duke continues on towards the castle. Alcina stares down at the harnesses. “Stormbringer,” she murmurs, speaking the word aloud for the first time; tasting the syllables on her tongue, the strange weight of it feeling foreign on her lips. Something beyond what a warrior could ever hope to be.

“Are you part of his thunder?” The dragon seemed confused for a second, and then, with no warning, he opened his mouth, and fire shot out of his mouth. Nya grabbed the shield from behind her back and swiveled it around, dodging out of the way, but it was only after she moved that she realized the dragon wasn’t aiming the fire at her. Soldiers wearing Beelzanborg uniforms poured through the door as she moved. The dragon ignited several of them on fire before they could get their shields up.

The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance. Above, the heavens were entirely shrouded by roiling, malignant clouds that seemed to devour any trace of starlight or moonshine. Leif and Astrid appeared to him only in the stark, searing flashes of the lightning overhead. The thunder that followed was a deafening roar, so powerful that it resonated deep within his chest, but still he stalked toward his prey. Squinting against the flying debris, he finally saw his brothers and the warriors in position

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

Hope suddenly flared in my chest, and I straightened. "What?" I asked quickly. Desperately. But the look on her face made my heart sink, and my shoulders sag. I'd hoped too soon. "It is called the Crossing," she said. "And my child, it is dangerous." "How dangerous?" Zephyr asked. Her eyes shifted to him, then back to me. "The Crossing is when your soul travels beyond the veil, to the realm of spirits. A place between life and death. Between soul and flesh. The curse is tethered to your womb by unnatural means. To undo it… is to face it from the inside. Spirit to spirit."