Stormcaller Ash Of War Novels & Stories

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

He reported. I froze in shock. Ravens pack! One pack that gets into my tough skin every single time it is mentioned. "Who wants this war?" "Alpha you know who it is already. Alpha Asher is targeting us." He said this time he sounded a bit scared. I walked past him and headed straight to my chamber with my hands crossed behind me. I had to do something. "If we don't send a warning to them they may strike any moment from now."

“I’ll record everything on Exile Island in my own way—to record how I walked toward my death and to record how the Yule family walks toward destruction. This video might never make it out, but I’ll find a way. I will make sure it gets out!” People in the audience rose to their feet. Some even grabbed Father by the collar, shouting in fury, “You’re a monster! You deserve to die!”

Flame licks the treeline on the far ridge, smoke pouring black into the white sky. I lift my head, blood dripping from my jaws, and turn toward the sound. Holt snarls beneath me, writhing to break free, but my weight holds him pinned down. The scent of ash and resin pollutes the air. Ashgrave seems to be openly declaring their allegiance to Redmaw. They’ve gotten their hands on explosives somehow and they’re doing what they can to turn the tide of this fight. Through the smoke, they pour, Derren at the front.

Please don't be dead please don't be dead just keeps running though my mind. When all of a sudden there is a dust cloud from the wall Asher has just smashed through as he runs towards the creature that just hit him. Releaf floods through me. "OK ladies our turn. Concentrate on creating a fire storm, build up the heat as much as we can and burn these bastards." They all nod in agreement. "Water witches, wrap water around the vines to stop the fire from breaking them and releasing the beasts." They all prepare themselves. "NOW" I shout

I think back to the raging storm from last night that masked us overhead. “I don’t know how to explain it… I guess you could say that when you erupted, so did the sky. I’ve never seen a web of lightning like that before in my life; it was almost acting as if it were mimicking you somehow,” Ash’s eyes brighten at the idea of a mystery – a sweet distraction away from the destruction we had just faced, -ask Dakota or Lillie, they noticed it too.”

The figure gestured for them to enter. The figure’s voice hissed and crackled like a campfire in the wind. The voice of the figure was that of several women talking at the same time, their tone high and raspy. Outside, a storm was brewing, a low rumble of thunder and the flash of lightning illuminating the sky. The world fell silent for a fleeting moment, then exploded with the power of the heavens. Reina and Russe stepped cautiously inside the cabin, their eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room.

And I would finally erase the mistake I made twenty years ago when I allowed Asher's mother to live long enough to birth a son who would one day mark a wolf and threaten the purity I spent decades protecting. History would not repeat itself. This time the bloodline would end. This time I would make sure of it. Behind me in the distance thunder rumbled. A storm approaching from the east. Or maybe it was the sound of an army beginning to march. Either way the message was clear. War was here.

Smoke and dust hung in the air, obscuring the remnants of the once formidable stronghold. Asmo, having teleported to safety before the detonation, returned to witness the aftermath of the cataclysmic explosion. The devastation was absolute, and the loss of his loyal assassins weighed heavily on him. The physical environment that had once been a bastion of security and preparation was now an eerie mausoleum, a grim testament to the merciless power of the conflict between Asmo and Satan.

“Blood Arts: Absolution!” The blood drops flew into the windstorm and caused a great change. The colourless storm was now a blood red sea; and the tornado had become a tsunami. A loud roar was heard from within the tsunami as the blood wave swept towards Asherah, knocking aside every wind blade in its path! *ROAR*