Stormlight Series Novels & Stories

A portal made of shadows and lightning opened up above us. "Get ready," Erik shouted as he, Silas, and Damon stood on the front lines. I drew one of my swords, taking a fighting stance. I felt the burning of hot magic behind me. The combination of Imelda and Balthazar's charm was enough to take my breath away. It was no wonder why they weren't allowed to have a child of their own. It would be able to destroy a realm with a snap of its finger—a deity of absolute chaos and destruction.

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.”

Finally, we arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. Wade pulls over into the muddy parking area. I look outside the window, it’s pitch black and thick with fog. “Well, if this isn’t spooky, I don’t know what is.” Wade says as he turns off the ignition. “I hope you have big torches Wade, the fog is really thick,” Penny says worryingly. “Yeah, yeah I have everything including 2 tents.” He says with a smile. “What?! Tents! Why do we need tents?!” I shout.

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road

The palace of Crimson Ridge had never known such silence. Three weeks had passed since the battle at the Black Spire, and yet the echoes still lingered not in the air, but in the hearts of those who had survived it. The war left scars that even golden fire couldn’t burn away. Elizabeth Stormborn stood at the highest balcony, overlooking the moonlit valley. Her golden hair danced in the breeze, eyes distant, tracking the stars above. Somewhere out there, remnants of the Forgotten God still drifted through the void. She had sealed it but ancient things never died easily.

The border of the Moonlight Howl territory was a place where the trees seemed to lean away from the oppressive energy of my former home. Instead of just approaching, I surrendered to the earth. I submerged myself in a bank of cold, stagnant mud, coating my skin and hair until my own scent was buried under the pungent reek of rot and wet soil. It was an indignity, but in this game, masking myself was the difference between a successful strike and a shallow grave.

The pack's elders would later tell stories of a similar storm, one that had ravaged their lands centuries ago when the ruthless Lycan King Azrael had met his end. But this storm felt different. The thunder seemed to vibrate through every molecule of air, the lightning illuminating the dark clouds in eerie, pulsing flashes. The storm's intensity was palpable, and it seemed to be building towards something - a reckoning, a revelation, or a transformation that would change the Nightshade Pack's world forever.

At least Conner buried himself in his phone so I could focus on our assignment. I wrote three outlines, and hopefully, Conner would go along with one of them. When he is not near his brothers, he is more civil. However, his brooding behavior has intensified as has his dragon, Caleb’s, possessiveness, though. They have become obsessed with trivial things to the point of brutality. Brutality in the Trio is usually reserved for Asher, Cassius’s dragon.

He smiled at me, but his eyes were icy. "You're just as cheap as your mother. "But then again, what good could come from someone with no morals?" He shoved me away, smashing the crystal ornament from the side table against me. Glass shards scattered across the hardwood floor. I stumbled weakly, crashing hard into the mahogany coffee table behind me. He stepped on my fingers, looking at me with disgust. "Don't think having a child means redemption, that you can leave me. "Naomi, no one will ever love you in this life."

"I thought it's over now, I will now roam on the streets like an orphan who doesn't have anyone but then my family came for me... I was happy, I got little faith when they refused to let me suffer like an orphan, I was wrong to think that my family could turn their back towards me. That small lamp of faith and trust lit in my heart again but when they took me with them, they cut my wings, they snatched the colours from my life and threw cloth of misfortune at me to cover my body. The lamp which I ignited got wiped out of its existence and filled my life with darkness... My trust was brutally murdered again and again by the people... But I was living, I was surviving in the darkness... In fac