Stormbringer Stories Novels & Stories

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

I wanted Kael back, and I knew my family had missed me, but Brax was the only thing that calmed me down. If he wasn’t around, I didn’t know what would happen. Either I’d lose my mind or lose my patience. Argo was so convinced that we could find a way to get Kael back, but the Moon Goddess had abandoned me, as had my wolf. Why would a stupid ritual change anything? "Hey fuckers, good to see you." Storm said, carrying a tiny baby in one arm while his other hand was holding Nivia’s hand. That man was the perfect dad, which was so good to see after hearing the type of father he had.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.

“You don’t know the story? You don't know what happened to Devil’s Den more than twenty five ago?” I shook my head. “I don’t.” “It started with that pack, Stormbringers. It’s no pity that their entire clan has been wiped out now. In Fact, I wish he’d done it sooner!” If anything was clear, it was that Annabel didn’t know that was my pack. I wouldn’t ruin it by telling her. “W-why? I mean, they are people too.”

“I am sorry. The first had been a few days ago when I had given Jiraq my blood. My reason for coming to the office then had been to talk about the dream, but my mission had gotten diverted. And there is today’s own that had arrived with it, a malevolent presence which I was sure was watching me.” “Tell us about it.” Kaden requested, crossing his hands across his chest, his face a board of worry. So, Storm did that. She told them about the similarities in the two dreams. She told them about the barren existence of a land that she kept finding herself in, and the cluster of inhumane creatures that tried to force her to drink blood. “Do you know if angels drink blood?” She had stopped to ask at

She frowned. “These woods are going to get very loud.” “I know, they love to party.” I laughed. “We better enjoy our last night of quiet.” “Things used to be so simple, we would collect fallen warriors and bring them back to Valhalla. Now we are sent on missions to destroy vampires and track down people and things for our clients.” Bryja shared, shaking her head. “We do as Freyja and Odin ask that is our job and why we are here.” “Don’t you ever want more?”

Then, I draped it over the burning ground and began stomping on it in a bid to put the fire out. But that only seemed to anger the book as it sent a stream of heat from underneath that burnt the jacket to crisp. I took a step back just before the flames to get to me and watched with horror as the circle began to grow. Then, the fire rose, swirling in the air like a tornado. Smoke covered the entire place, burning my lungs, choking the air out of me. My eyes teared up and my vision blurred as I tried to make out my surroundings. Unable to breath, I collapsed to the ground, clutching my throat as I thought, this was it. This was how I was going to die–choked out by some demon-ass smoke from he

“We’re stuck inside. Stuck! The snow’s blocking everything. The doors are jammed.” “Fuck,” I mutter, leaving the bed instantly. “How’re we supposed to get the gifts?” Frank continues, and I look through the window. Everywhere is piled up heavily due to the snowstorm. “Give me a minute.” He shuts the door, approaching me. “This is bad.” I urge him to look through the window. He does, and panic settles on his face. “Stay here…” He swings a jacket over his shoulders quickly. “I will be back,” he says, zipping it.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

But I’m not so sure now that he invited a stranger into his home and still sees me as a random person. The stranger wasn’t just invited, she slept over and from the look of her appearance, must have slept in his bed. She had really fooled me with her kindness. I never saw her as an enemy when I met her and that was my mistake. Everybody is my enemy in the world of Dawson Briggs, the sooner I learn that the better for me. “Ten months of consistent visiting and never have I crossed paths with a stranger until today.” I glanced back at who made the statement and saw a guy approaching. He looks handsome and about the same age as Dawson.