Stormbringer Stories Novels & Stories

Every time one of my children disappeared from my sight, even for a few seconds, my mind immediately imagined the worst. The rogues weren’t even here. But somehow, they were everywhere. Inside my head. Inside my home. Inside every nightmare I couldn’t seem to escape. “When did you become so smart?” I asked. He laughed. “Right around the time I met CJ.” I laughed quietly. “That sounds about right.” His laughter faded. “Seriously, Storm.” His voice became more serious. “Don’t give them that power.” I looked down at Ciara again. “You’re right.” “Those wolves chose to live that way. They hurt people. They steal. They kill. They create misery wherever they go.”

"I need the team... I need you guys to ruin me! Please!" Jace nodded, satisfied. "Finish her, Brody. Hold her mouth, let's see how loud she can get." Brody dove back down, his fingers taking over where his tongue had left off, pumping inside her while his thumb rubbed her wet center with a merciless, rapid rhythm. Chloe didn't just break.. she shattered.

Katherine asked. I smiled down at her. “Of course.” We gathered blankets and settled together on David’s bed, the three of us huddled beneath the covers while rain battered the windows. “Can you tell us a story?” Katherine asked. I thought of Edith and Alice. They never liked storms — especially Edith. My heart ached as I wondered how she was coping without me now. "Let's see..." I cleared my throat and tried to gather my thoughts and then I began. "This story is called the Tale of Grace the Brave. Grace was brave. Grace was kind.

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.

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.

“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.

The Falcon‌e fami‌l‍y had tak‍en my brother from me, and I would take everyth‌ing back…sta‌rting with her. My blackened‍ soul rose from the ashe⁠s‍ a‍s I watc⁠he‌d t‍he d‌read etch its⁠elf onto her delic⁠ate face. The s‍unshine of the devil‌ woman standing before me would burn in hell o‍nc‍e‍ I finish⁠e‍d. She might not have pulled the trigger,‌ but by seduc⁠ing my brother, she had‌ lured⁠ him to his death.

“You don’t have to panic. You’re safe here. You know that I’d never let anything happen to you. Neither would Roman or these two.” The panic didn’t vanish, but it shifted—it became awareness, awe, the first tentative recognition of what had always been waiting. In the chaos of their emotions, the mate-bond throbbed visibly, and I knew that these first careful steps, with my guidance, were the start of something inevitable. Now, we just needed to find someone for Brock. ‘Well, Brock needs someone a bit more…magical,’ Storm said, snickering. ‘And she’s just as feisty as he is. Not to mention that she’s going to be here very soon.’