Stormbringer Novels & Stories

“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."

"I never touched you again. I gave you everything you wanted. So why a girl?! What good is she to me? I don't need a girl!" He struck the wall again, creating a hole that let in the cold breeze. His eyes darkened, surrounded by mist, just like his brother Allen had described. "This is how it gets whenever he is angry. He becomes something worse than a beast and the only way his anger is soothed is if someone dies and someone must die." Alexa knew there was no escaping this. She would die. It would take a miracle for her to survive. 'oh dear moon goddess, do not let me die. Help me' she prayed silently.

Before us stood a massive entity, its form ever-shifting and indistinct, yet radiating an aura of malevolence. Isabella gasped. "What is that?" The elder's voice rang out, echoing in the emptiness. "This is the Voidbringer, the antithesis of creation. Where it goes, only darkness remains." Alex squared his shoulders, his voice firm. "We won't let it consume the universe. Not on our watch." The Voidbringer's presence emanated a chilling cold, and it spoke in a multitude of voices that seemed to come from every direction. "Why do you resist the inevitable? Darkness was here before the light, and it will prevail long after the stars have dimmed."

Pain shot through me as Christabel, our maid tried to remove the piece of glass stuck in my palm. Tears flowed down my cheek as I gasped for air. I placed my second palm on my face. The thought of something bad happening to Fabio ran across my mind. Knew it won't be easy and that I would suffer more in Lorenzo's hands. Not when Viola and the rest are angry at me.

Boom!!! The burst of light was accompanied by a shockwave that was strong enough to make both Zhou Fu's position and the enemy's, both thrown in opposite directions. For a while, Zhou Fu, Wang Ji, and the members of Blood Moon Killer were temporarily blind before they finally discovered something quite large had been in between the two sides. Whossssssssssss whusssssssssssssssssss At first, no one expected that the strong gust of wind they felt was the source of a creature that appeared after a talisman was thrown by Zhou Fu.

Respect, unwilling, grudging, forced. Lucia’s son forged a new blade, heavier, not a copy of his father’s, but something built for his own hand. No name. No claim. Just steel and intent. The wind shifted. Fires flickered. The horizon was alive with torches moving closer. Travelers, hunters, soldiers—eyes seeking him, wondering if they could claim the legend or destroy it. The Bastard Son stood tall, blade in hand, shadows stretching long behind him. And then the messenger arrived.

The Crowshrike elder's vengeance is not a blade-it's a *seed*. Lila's laughter rings through the clearing, high and discordant, as the moonflowers writhe around her. The roots coil into a throne of thorns, lifting her above the fray. Her eyes, once wide with the innocence of a rescued child, now glow with the Crowshrike's spectral green. The elder's voice spills from her lips, warped and guttural. *"You stole our vengeance, Stormbearer. Now we steal yours."*