Stormbringer Novels & Stories

Damon said, cryptically. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Dashdom might be a fairly large Kingdom like Riven said,” Damon said with a smirk. “But Stormbringer is a much bigger Pack, maybe even Kingdom. It is bigger than Dashdom,” he said, and I looked at Ayla. “What does that mean?” She asked him. “We don't need Dashdom if we have Stormbringer,” he answered cryptically again. “Mercia already has Stormbringer at her side,” Ayla said to him.

The yellow-robed female impatiently questioned. A gust of wind rippled through the open window, fanning about the foul blood that leaked profusely from the unresponsive girl. As if deaf to the woman standing over her, she continued her quiet chant. "Once upon a time, in an empire long fraught with war, there lived a saint who loved her people." Away she would drift, deep into the endless abyss, into the belly of darkness. Away so far that when the light chased, when the torch flared, she would not see it.

She had never seen so many Stormbringers at once. The pack moved easily through the street, dispersing the crowd. A slate grey Stormbringer was accompanied by two white, one black and one fawn brethren. The downpour of hail intensified into a full-blown hailstorm. The slate-grey beast was clearly the leader. At fifty feet long, he was the largest Stormbringer that Cory had ever seen. The others were half his size. He opened his jaws to their full extent and with a menacing roar shot lightning out of his body and into the hysterical crowd. Two people were immediately struck down. They lay motionles

The storm raged above them, an unrelenting force that distorted the sky into a mass of writhing black and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of burning ozone, and the land itself quivered beneath their feet, as though the world knew what was coming. Velora led the way, their ethereal form moving with an unearthly grace, their presence bending the very fabric of reality around them. Elior, Myrra, Bram, and Rael followed, their breaths ragged as they raced toward the Final Seal.

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."

His arrogance wouldn’t allow anything more. “Brimstone” *Boom* A loud sound akin to a furious dragon rocked the city as powerful flames engulfed Mane. Like a Fire God he stood erect upon the street of his enemy, yet his power declared the grounds as his. His hand that held on to Night’s Kiss twirled the weapon he had fought with so many times lovingly, and the other hand reached for Night Mare. The two weapons screeched in expectation once they were reunited with their Lord. And their trembling blades spoke volumes of how much they wanted to cut down the woman who stood before them.

I spent eighteen years praying for a mate who would save me. Instead, the Moon Goddess gave me the three boys who made my life hell. Kael. Thorne. Soren. The Alpha’s triplets. My bullies. And now… my fated mates. They look at me with pure disgust. They threaten to reject me the second they find a reason. They make sure every day at school and every night in the pack house reminds me exactly how worthless they think I am. But the bond doesn’t care how much they hate me.
And neither does the danger that’s already watching from the shadows. I was supposed to be free.
Instead I’m trapped with the three people who want me gone the most. So tell me…
how long can a mate bond survive when the