Stormbringer Stories Novels & Stories

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

The soil remembers its blood. She lifted a hand and the world around them twisted— Fire. Screams. The mountain cracking like bone under pressure. Wolves tearing into wolves. Humans fleeing the forest. And the sky above—bleeding silver light, torn by shadow. In the center of it all, Ember saw herself. Her child. Asher. Julian. Vivianne. Even Aiden. All caught in a storm they couldn’t stop. **EMBER (shaken)** Tell me how to stop it.

“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.

And I’d walked right into it. The Storm-Bringer was caged. The paradox was fractured. And as I stared down the two identical, infinite paths of smooth grey stone, I knew the only way out was to play their game. But I’d be damned if I’d play it by their rules. They wanted to test the anomaly? Fine. They were about to get a full audit.

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.

I didn't care that they were all criminals because I just wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere. One of Don's sons went rogue and wanted to get into sex trafficking and drugs. The gang was into some bad things, but nothing like that. When Don refused, his son killed him. That son was Bram. I don't know his real name, but he wanted to be called Bram because he admired Bram Stoker's horror movies. He gave me the creeps.

Powerless to change the outcome, he rushed to search for his wife and daughter—only to learn that neither of them was even in the country anymore. He was informed by his anxious subordinate that Sandra had been locked inside an abandoned hospital for three whole days. By the time the doors were forced open, the salt water that had drenched her had long dried, and she had miscarried due to stress and malnutrition. Sandra herself was barely alive at that point. As for Jamie, they found her body shattered with multiple compound fractures. Her mind had broken, and she had even bitten off her own tongue. Adam had never imagined Wesley could be this ruthless and vicious.

This is the second in the insanity Series dealing with the Watson's and the two characters of Max and Deanna. The third will be released in November of 2020. The name of it is Breaking the eye wall. It continues shortly after where Weathering the storm leaves off. A tie in series will be released in December called "The nightmare begins." This story though fictionalized did happen in the US in late 2019. The charaters will be along or the journey in Breaking the eye wall but they will have their own series called "Nightmare". This is the first book in that series.

Their team got famous in the platform of online esports. Kratos could feel he had a soft corner for that girl so he used to protect her all the time, in the game. Kratos was the name of Nicolas Walker's gaming account. He was the one and only son of famous industrialist Christopher Walker who was literally the most powerful tycoon of Los Angeles. Nicolas loved to talk to Minerva and they used to play whole night. Minerva was little shy at first but soon she started feeling comfortable with Kratos and her teammates and she knew it very well Kratos was the one who used to rescue her all the time.

After I discovered the bugging device, I used the promotion I had worked ten years to earn as cover to ensure her safety. However, what I received in return was her relentless pursuit of revenge. I would never forget the horror of being dragged hundreds of miles behind a car. A flicker of hatred surged in my eyes at the thought of this. “Ms. Lynn is always measured in her actions. We don’t need to worry.” Wynnie’s expression softened slightly when she noticed that I was not making a big deal out of the watch At that moment, Ash came running over, wheezing and dragging his suitcase.