Novel & Cerita Stormbringer Stories

The words are strange, but the meaning is clear. The Maddox family bloodline. Bound by blood. By sacrifice. The Watcher. An ancient force. The keeper of the land’s secrets. I turn the pages quickly, feeling a rush of panic as the words blur together, as though they’re moving faster than I can read them. And then, I find it. The section that mentions the return. The return. Me. I stop reading, my heart hammering in my chest. I don’t want to read anymore. I don’t want to know what comes next.

But soon. Storm territory. Finally, If I played this right, I wouldn’t just get Lucas’s trust,I’d have access to his family’s entire operation. Whatever he and his father were hiding, and the root of the rivalry between the Storms and Cross,I’d rip it out piece by piece. My wolf stirred, restless. He’s too trusting. Too soft. Don’t get attached. I shut the engine off, still smiling to myself. “Relax. I’m not here to fall for him. But even I didn’t fully believe it.

……………………… The following morning came too quickly, like a blade pressed against my throat. I stood at the border of the Whitewood Forest, the invisible line that separated White Moon territory from the wild, lawless lands beyond. The sky was grey and heavy with clouds, matching the emptiness in my chest. I carried nothing — no bag, no spare dress, no personal items. The Alpha had made it very clear: tributes went empty-handed. I was to arrive as nothing more than meat for the wolves. Alpha Marcus stood before me with his pregnant Luna at his side. He placed a heavy hand on my shoulder, squeezing it with fake warmth while giving the small crowd of pack members a proud, fatherly smile.

I didn’t know what—but the truth always casts a shadow. From the chaos of reports, a pattern began to form. We were not dealing with a single attacker. There were multiple demons. They wielded elemental forces—fire, wind, and lightning—and attacked without pattern or mercy. They came during the day, at night, whenever it suited them. Their strikes were fast, often causing minimal damage—or outright massacre. But in every case, they disappeared before any true counterattack could begin. “They’re probing,” Brandon muttered beside Rhett, arms crossed, voice low. “Testing us.”

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“J‍esus⁠ Christ! What the fuck is this?” Tears, panic and ch‍aos. It was beautifu and poetic, almost watching her fracture, watching h‌er mind splinter in every d⁠irecti‌on‌ at once. Finally after mon‍ths of p‌l‌anni‌ng and waiting the Falco⁠nes were going to feel this also. I‍ strai⁠ghtened, victory th‍ick on‍ my tongue. The only way to‌ get rid of t‍he we⁠ig⁠ht‌ on my chest of the f‌ather and broth‌er taken fr⁠om me was by blood and her blood. Damon glanced a‌t me, eye⁠s lit. “Ga⁠me on, brother.”

“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.’

The status of these people suddenly elevated to a new height in their hearts. “F*ck! It’s a drone bomb!” When they saw four drones flying toward them, Stormbringer and others felt their scalps prickle. What the f*ck was this? It was not exactly a high-tech war between countries. How could they bring out weapons like a drone bomb? Subconsciously, Stormbringer used the gun in his hand to fire at the drones. However, those drones were moving too fast. He couldn’t hit them. “Disperse! Quickly disperse!”

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.

Yet, he had no time to watch them further as his opponents swung their swords again. Meanwhile, the biggest and most scared of the newcomers lowered the buffalo horn in his hand, his eyes dark and dangerous. He was none other than Maddox Stormbringer, Scorch of the Sea, King of the Glacial Coast. Over his pants of black bear fur, his board chest wore nothing but the trophies of victories, and in his right rested the hilt of his trusted two-bladed axe.