Stormlight Archive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Scarlett replied, then typed her response to her fan's question. "What question?" Arlo asked again. "They asked if werewolves are really real. Because when reading my book, they feel like werewolves are genuinely real," Scarlett answered, then continued typing her reply. "You shouldn't reveal too much about us, especially the history of Celestria. We must not let the existence of Fangborne and Lunarcrest be exposed." Viggo interjected. "Yes, Sir," Scarlett replied. All of Scarlett's novels were stories about the Kingdom of Celestria during its heyday. Naturally, some of the characters depicted Viggo, Arlo, and Scarlett herself.

- Nadir said with a broad smile. - Tell me exactly what happened when we lost contact with you during the ritual.- Miguel sat down on the couch with Nadir, looking at her expectantly. - Well...- Nadir began her story.- First of all, you lost contact with me because I turned into a Fallen Angel and you asked for contact with a succubus. Then I wanted to tear Samael apart for this story with you, but Lilith suddenly appeared...- she paused, but soon started talking again.- And she told me who I really am, just the daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, kind of like a Princess of Hell. Lilith wanted me to rule with my father, but I preferred to come back to you.... She respected my decision because is

--- POV: Nytheria She glanced toward the arch where Solara’s sky flickered, half-alive. “Every reign ends, little verdict. Even yours. I’ll be here when silence asks for another name.” She blurred into galaxies and was gone, leaving the taste of her amusement in the room. --- POV: Araya — The Ash Crown The Hall sagged inward, light bleeding to smoke. Above, Solara’s firmament cracked like cooling lava. The gods’ old brightness dimmed. Only the throne remained surface shifting between gold and black, pulsing with Hollowflame and voidlight together. The rhythm settled under my ribs. The world’s new heartbeat.

There was only the Intimate Romance Drama of two people who had been broken by the same system and were trying to find the pieces in the dark. "I have to do this, Jinyan," she sobbed, her hands clutching his jacket. "Lucien has the 'Sleeper Protocol.' If I don't control the Archive, he’ll activate the other Saints. He’ll turn every child with blue eyes into a weapon. I’m the only one who can keep them dormant." "Then let me stay," Jinyan said, his forehead resting against hers. "Let me be your shadow. You be the Head of the Archive, and I’ll be the man who keeps the world from seeing your heart. We’ll play their game until we can burn the board."

I roared. ​I didn't wait for her to respond. I grabbed Leo and Liam by their jackets, pulling them toward me, and shoved Aris toward the emerald light of the Bridge. The first Architect ship opened fire, a beam of pure kinetic energy slamming into the far side of the platform and sending a spray of obsidian glass into the air. We lunged into the light just as the floor beneath the Seventh Throne gave way, falling into the void of a paradise that was never ours to keep.

"If you refuse the Formatting, the 'Entropy' of your emotions will eventually destroy the world. The Seventh Brother, the Shadow-Prime, the Harvest... these were all tests you barely survived. The next chapters will be harder. You will lose more than you gain. Is the 'Mess' truly worth the agony?" "Yes," I said. The Architect waved a hand, and the white void shifted. Suddenly, I saw a vision of the Milestone. I saw a world of ash and bone. I saw Félix’s daggers broken in the snow. I saw the Heart-Tree burning. "This is the statistical end of your path, Emma," the Architect whispered. "Without my intervention, the North will fall. You are choosing a tragedy over a masterpiece." "I'm choosing

That was what I loved about Sarah—she never sugarcoated anything. "Victoria is sleeping with her stepfather Richard," she began counting off on her fingers, her wolf eyes gleaming with mischief, "while simultaneously trying to form a mate bond with Arthur, who is still technically your mate, while Emma Shadowcrest is aggressively pursuing Arthur despite knowing he's marked to you, and Florian Stormhowl is mysteriously interfering with everyone." I burst out laughing at her summary. "When you put it that way, it does sound completely absurd." "That's because it is absurd," Sarah replied, joining in my laughter. "The Moonstone Pack makes those human reality shows look tame by comparison."

"Look at him! Look at his shadow!" Rhea opened her eyes. She looked down at the floor, expecting to see the silhouette of the man she loved. There was no shadow. Or rather, the shadow was wrong. It wasn't the shape of a man. It was a sprawling, multi-limbed nightmare of ink and obsidian that stretched across the entire Archive, its claws wrapped around the base of the star-throne.

_ Aria smiled, blood at the corner of her mouth. “Not this one.” She fed it memory. Not her own—every oath she’d witnessed. Elara to the Crown. Darius to Elara. Kade to his pack. Ryn to the border. The stone under her hands grew warm. Then hot. The Architect’s face twisted. _You would bind me with love?_ Aria nodded. “With everything you tried to destroy.” Light burst from the sarcophagus. --- *Part 2: The Palace – 12:04 AM, Sanctum*

Archie said with unsinkable hope. “Oh yeah?” She challenged him and embattled her feelings for what followed, “I, Pam Daughtry of the Firebrick Pack, hereby reject Archie Payne as my mate and sever all ties to him as ordained by the moon goddess.” Archie clutched his chest as the pain rang through him. A tear escaped down his angular cheekbone. Agony flickered in his eyes and as soon as it subsided, he snarled, “I’ll kill you before I set you free.”