Stormlight Archive Fanfic Novels & Stories

It builds between us with each shared glance, each casual touch, each moment in each other's presence. And as I watch Dawn—our Dawn—contemplating us over the rim of her goblet, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting the firelight, I know with bone-deep certainty that our centuries of running from destiny have come to an end. The light witch has found her dragons, whether any of us are ready to admit it or not.

Hi! it seems I wasn't very clear. but the chapter from Storm’s pov is actually the end of the Stolen Alpha. So it's not something I can change. I simply forgot about it and I started writing the first draft of Nivia's story and went to read the end to make sure it matched whatever I wrote last year. hope this clarifies things. and yes, Kyra was alive in the chapter. but since Eli named his daughter Kyra, we can pretend its her and not reveal that I sometimes forget my own story......

Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

His people seemed to have been ready and they both clashed right in the chamber. Within minutes, the whole chambers were already destroyed, and everyone was outside, already destroying the building, with people falling on the floor while blood splashed in the air. "Why are you doing this, Kieran? This is why I will never like you. You have turned my own pack into a war zone." He said to me. "And there is more reason Stormy will never forgive you." I spat back. He smirked. "Why?" "Because she is pregnant," I announced in the middle of the war, and his face changed, showing no single emotions, and then there was a look of shock and then surprise.

And what does she mean by my destined light and darkness? King Archie tensed up behind me and his hold on my shoulder tightened as if it hurt him to think that I might eventually leave him. Even if not all, I could understand the words of the seer… better than Kovan. “Could that mean that Kovan is our destined mate and hero yet he would become the villain later?” Arla asked and I didn't miss the pain in her voice. I couldn't assure my lycan spirit that the man that was standing behind us was all good and she also couldn’t assure me that he was our destined mate.

She reached out and touched the wolf-scar on my chest. I felt a jolt of electricity. A vision flooded my mind. Ronan and Kael were locked in a death-grip at the base of the Salt Spire. Ronan’s emerald axe was pitted and cracked, fighting against Kael’s black-and-silver claws. Silas Drake was circling them like a vulture, his glass-body absorbing the silver fire from the shattering web. "The XIX is the bridge, Amara," Lumi whispered. "But you are the Architect. You have to finish the plan our mother started."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Then I stood, grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey, and poured myself a drink. I was gonna need the whole damn bottle. _________________ (FLASHBACK) ARIA “I reject you, Aria Moonstone, as my mate. This was never meant to be. You are not the one I need, and I am not the one you want. You’ll find your place, but it is not with me. You are weak, and I won’t be tied to that. My future lies with someone bigger. Do not seek me out again.”

Not that I’m keeping track. I, in fact, am doing the exact opposite. I’ve been so caught up in her that I’ve been neglecting my responsibilities. Even if she’s not the person I’m going to spend my life with, I still believe in her dream. There’s just no reason for her to lie, or to seem so scared if she is. So I throw myself into making alliances. Since training in archery was pissing me off more than helping, Zain and I set up some hand-to-hand sparring. Sometimes in wolf form, sometimes with weapons. It lets me keep an eye on Ty, who does show up with those same blue eyes the very next morning, though they’re gone by lunch. His eye color is yet another topic of the endless conversation tha

My wolf's brazen refusal to be cowed or distracted had quite literally snapped me out of the subtle pull of that subtle other dimensional trap! With a growl, I clutched the Archive book tighter against my chest like a lifeline. Clearly these ruins were packed with every sort of metaphysical maze and pitfall imaginable. I couldn't afford to remain shaken and unfocused, not with so much at stake. 'That's it, my Luna,' Ria purred in approval. 'Use your fierce, furious instincts to relight your inner furnace of conquest! We'll burn through any cryptic obstacle or realm-warping glamor until the full Archive belongs to us!'

Ada smiled and asked me to host Dominic. I frowned deeply, asking Dominic what exactly he was here for. Dominic smiled slightly and pushed a contract toward me. I said impatiently: "This isn't my responsibility." Dominic laughed, shoving a pen into my hand like he was showing off some great achievement. His voice dropped to an intimate whisper: "Grace, look at it carefully." I glanced up and froze in place. It was actually an agreement drafted by Dominic, stating that the heir to Stormfang Pack must be a child born between him and me. This was equivalent to handing over the entire Stormfang Pack to me.