Stormlight Archive Brandon Sanderson Novels & Stories

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

As Gamma’s only daughter, my life was normal until my dad refused to acknowledge an abomination’s presence in his life, turning me into an outcast overnight. I winced in pain as my body ached due to Stella’s relentless assault, praying to my Goddess to send my friends for my safety. Brandon was the next Alpha of our Silver Claw Pack; he had saved me countless times from our pack member’s cruelty. Only he could save me now. Perhaps, the Moon Goddess was in instant response mode that she sent Brandon as my savior. His familiar cedar wood perfume was a gust of fresh air in this suffocated environment. He growled loudly,

Unlike me, who's life history is available on w*k*pedia in seventy two hours. Like their Grandmother said, Storm is not just a name but a legacy, a pride that they are abide to preserve. "Girls, are you ready for the real fun?" Brandon's voice diverts our attention on the ever energetic man, thus putting a full stop on our conversation. "What did you do, Brand? I am not getting any fun feelings from you?" Roch narrows her eyes at her brother in suspecion.

“You didn’t have to do that. I can fight my own battles.” Ethan straightened his jacket and met Brandon’s gaze. “You won’t have to. Not while I’m around.” Brandon wanted to argue, but the warmth in Ethan’s voice quieted him. He shifted the conversation, hoping to lighten the mood. “Who’s Arden Thane, anyway? First time I’ve seen him.” Ethan sat down at his desk, powering up his computer. “He’s my shadow.” Brandon blinked, puzzled. “Your shadow? What’s that supposed to mean?”

In the gloom of the library, his three daughters, Sophie, Sienna, and Stacy, were locked in silence upstairs. The Icon of Sand Silas stepped into the strobe light, looking down at the patriarch. Sebastian’s broad shoulders, usually squared to project the indestructible "Alpha" persona that had anchored three decades of blockbusters, were slumped. "Look at you, Sebastian," Silas said, his voice cutting through the howl of the wind with clinical precision. "The world looks at you and sees a mountain. They see the man who broke out of a futuristic supermax prison. They see the rogue mercenary who cleared out entire cartel villages with a light machine gun. But I look at you, and I just see a ve

My retort was cut off by a chair scraping across the floor and another person joining us. “So word on the street is that we have a Luna,” a loud voice boomed. I glanced up at the owner of the voice, Brandon, who was a gamma of mine and headed up the small town of Norridge. He was an absolute pain in the ass, but a good warrior, and - most importantly - a good friend. “Manners maketh man,” Cody laughed. “If you didn’t hear it from him, you didn’t hear it at all. Who told you, anyway?”

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Then a loud groan sounded, jason peeked through his hands as he saw the hands’ part ways and revealing a passage into the building, jason stood with a sigh, sorrena moved towards him, a smile on her face as they moved together into the building, a torch lit by itself, the rest did the same, jason looked around, the walls were covered with ancient writings that he could somehow read, jason chalked it up to weird divine powers he had been granted, Illummino the blood of the creator, third of the divinities, light of Aratia, That and a few were boldly written, what did they mean by the third of the divinities?, that was a question jason would ask when next they meet, Sorrena pointed to the door

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

- he added at the end. - My mom.- I guessed right away. - Exactly.- Oliver confirmed.- There was nothing I could do about it, so I just bought a house on the other side of the forest to hunt here. Since leaving the clan, I drink mostly animal blood, and every now and then I go to further towns to hunt down people, but only the bad ones. If the blood of the animals themselves were enough, I would definitely give up hunting people completely.- he admitted.