War Storm Novels & Stories

Above them, the crescent moon bled crimson, a sign the moon goddess was watching them. And wrath, as all wolves knew, was a storm that always returned.

We took every precaution to make things better for those children. Stormee has worked relentlessly. She has visited them and ensured they are coping well with the loss of the darkness. Once Stormee wakes up, Romeo, Stella, Paige, and Eulisses return to the Werewolf Realm, promising to return and throw a baby shower for Stormee. Whatever that means, that is a Werewolf tradition, not an elven, and I can't wait to see what it all entails.

a warrior whispers, before we can comprehend what's happening another tremor is heard , then another. Morris stiffens. “Positions... now.” He orders but before the command fully leaves his lips, the sky tears open. A storm, black and electric, forms out of nothing, clouds swirling like a living thing. Lightning snaps across the sky with sharp, unnatural precision. This isn’t weather, this is power, I remember this scene clearly, its storm power. The same kind Raven holds in her veins but this feels darker and cold. Warriors tense around us, grabbing their fighting gear ready for battle as they are always taught, the

It was thunder. We all looked out the window. The sky, which had been clear since we destroyed the Nullity, was suddenly turning a bruised, violent black. A massive, unnatural storm front was rolling in from the ocean at terrifying speed. But it wasn't a normal hurricane. The clouds were thick with dark, swirling localized gravity-wells, and the lightning illuminating the storm was a harsh, sickly green. "Weaponized weather," I breathed, staring at the sheer scale of the manipulation. "Abyssal-One isn't just sending troops. They're bringing the ocean to us. They're using the storm to flood the Dead Zone and drown the Ark."

Hayden had pulled Cory into an abandoned shop only to have the front wall of it blasted off by the slate-grey beast. The gifted Stormbringer wailed, calling its three remaining comrades to it. The fawn, black and other white Stormbringer galloped to its side. The leader was breathing heavily. It dug its claws into the ground. Cory sensed what it was about to do. Gathering the strength of an army into its fifty-foot body, the colossal Stormbringer unleashed one final wave of lightning. A lightning storm hit the city, striking buildings and people at random, desolating the nearest structures and expanding outwards, causing damage to faraway fixtures. The zigzags of lightning diverged in such a

Sweat dripped from her forehead, and Qing Yue shakily raised a trembling hand to soothe her throbbing temples. "It was a nightmare. Just another nightmare." She whispered the words, clutching onto them like a lifeline as her heart drummed in her ears. "Nothing more than a nightmare." Unfortunately, the words sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. Looking to the side, she saw that it was only 1 in the morning. She still had 5 more hours to go before morning descended. Because of the advanced weapons used in the Great War, the climate of both the Old World Formation and the New World Formation had changed drastically. One of these changes in the New World Formation was the enshrouding dark

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

Strong enough to endure all of their mistreatment. She opens the window and stares outside. It was a gray morning and the wind was rather chilly. Lauren decided to close the window as the weather doesn't look good. Thunder roared across the sky that made her flinch. Soon enough, the raindrops were heard. The rain starts pouring hard outside the house. It looks like the rain won't stop any time soon. She turns back to see her room again and begins cleaning her messy room. Her things were scattered on the floor. She sighed and shook her head as she recalled again what happened a while ago.

"What did he say?" Ethan began, “The Storm Pack wasn’t like the others. They weren’t born of earth, nor water, nor fire. They were born from the sky itself. It’s said the first Storm wolves were children of thunder — gifts from the Mother of Werewolves to balance the other packs. Where earth wolves grounded the clans and water wolves nurtured them, the Storm wolves were meant to keep order — a bridge between heaven and earth. And they were insanely powerful, their signature was too strong compared to the others.

Then the first thing he would get around doing was to have a very long shower, eat some good food then give his cousin Ethan a few punches in the face for landing them all into this mess. Bastard. THREE WEEKS AGO Decker stood at the edge of the clearing, his piercing blue eyes scanning the area as the evening sun bathed the forest in a warm, golden glow. He could feel the soft breeze rustling through his short-cropped brown hair, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The Storm Pack Werewolves' territory was a vast expanse of dense woodlands, with ancient trees towering high above the forest floor, their branches intertwining to create a canopy that filtered the sunlight.