War Storm Novels & Stories

His eyes are bright yellow and his skin has a glassy material jutting out from his hands and joints. “Shard of Chaos, third shard release: Entropy.” Nothing happens for a few seconds, then a star whizzes past at incredible speed, just barely missing Míriel. She rushes to attack him but stops to dodge another wave of asteroids. Then another star. Soon, more. And more things start flying across the system randomly. What is happening?, is what is on my mind. A particularly large star is headed for the battle planet we’re on, but Zeus flew through and destroyed it.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

A violent storm suddenly swept through the western side of the city. At both the hospital and the Cartwright Group headquarters, the electrical systems began malfunctioning over and over again. The wiring was brand new, yet the power would short-circuit out of the blue. Entire buildings would fall into darkness before the electricity was restored minutes later. Dean knew exactly what it meant. These were the signs of the world collapsing, and every time another abnormal event appeared, the System’s warning became more frantic. System: [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 15 hours, 12 minutes remaining.]

he said proudly, “I teach you how powerful we actually are.” I blinked slowly. “What powers?” “The name Stormy exists for a reason.” A strange pressure suddenly filled the room lightly. Not painful. Outside the windows, wind brushed harder against the palace walls suddenly. My eyes widened slightly. “We can create storms,” Stormy continued casually. “Control atmosphere. Influence wolves. Suppress weaker instincts. Manipulate pressure.” Excuse me? “And before you panic,” he added quickly, “no you cannot accidentally destroy the kingdom yet.” “Yet?” “You focus on the wrong parts constantly.”

Only his voice cut through the cold wind and reached my ears. "I don't want to get married so soon anyway." Every excuse he'd ever given me shattered against that one casual sentence. Of course. All his excuses boiled down to just one truth—he simply didn't want to. He didn't want to marry me or keep his promise. That was it. Jane drew in a small breath. "But I think I saw Ms. Brock's Instagram. She's already announced the wedding date. Not just that, but I also heard the invitations have even been made. Is she… trying to force you into this?"

"There is a true Luna in the Storm Pack." The warriors let out a fierce cry. But I knew in my heart It wasn't over yet. Not quite yet.

Visibility plummeted to near zero, and even Tristan's acute wolf senses struggled to penetrate the veil. The storm's fury intensified, and a flash flood swept through the valley, washing away tracks and scents. Tristan adapted, drawing upon his knowledge of the terrain and wolf behavior to navigate the chaos. Just when it seemed impossible to continue, a faint howl pierced the storm's cacophony. Tristan's heart racing, he followed the cry, his wolf instincts guiding him through the tempest.

One day I will be part of CLAW, and I’ll be responsible for making sure the packs in our territory are obeying the rules. We might be at peace, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t ready for war. Every pack in the conservative territory has been training soldiers, building weapons, gathering supplies, and trying to make as much money as possible. We already have our own factories, but others have been working with neutral parties like this guy, Rain, to make sure we have enough funds for when something happens. It's a weird fucking name for a businessman, but I can’t really say anything since I’m called Storm.

Long enough for dread to settle… not among his warriors but among those who did not yet know they were already dead. “Storms,” Lucien said quietly, deadly soft, “do not stop for walls.” His fist clenched… Power answered. The air tightened, vibrating as if the world itself braced. The ground seemed to sense it too. “And tonight,” Lucien went on, his voice rising just enough to carve itself into bone and memory, “you are not warriors.” “You are not soldiers…” “You are not mercy…” His eyes burned now, dark and inescapable. “Tonight!” he finished, his voice tearing through the night with the opening blow of annihilation, “you are the STORM.”

I don’t know what fucking games they’re playing but no one plays games better than Adrian Storm. They have no idea what they’re dealing with.