War Storm Novels & Stories

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

Now I know why and how Stormy's caffeine obsession came about. Storms hometown is much more relaxing than I thought it'd be. There's not even much bar here. I thought I'd have to worry about seeing some stray drunks on the road or some guys fighting by the corner. When Storm told me how her dad used to trash into their house after hours of having liquors at local bars, I figured there'd be more people like him in this neighbourhood. Davisville neighbourhood.

“You started it, River… gambling with my life. I can't continue without a child. I don’t care how far I have to go or how many strings I get to pull before I get to fill you up with my seed.” His grip tightened on my wrist, his breathing coming out rugged, face red and pulsing with anger — anger that I didn’t want his shitty proposal? What was going on in this man’s head? “There are other women out there,” my voice softened, my head tilted slightly. “What we had was just a fling. I am not ready to be a mother, Mr. Storm.” “My body craves only you. I don’t want you to be its mother either — I just need the child.” Like a commodity that he could buy with money. “And I am not ready for a baby M

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

I just want to be a destroyer of realms and lives, An Ultimate judge who loves ruining peoples lives with happiness, Sometimes half of me wish to burn down this world but the other half keeps of Deceiving me. Now I am slowly sending my giant tree monsters down to start destroying buildings and killing people, When they are so distracted and confused, I will get the Heart of the Fallen and then locate the Dark Trinity's Caskets. Watching my monster armies matching straight into the villages is always fun, Right now I am standing on a roof top, The calm breeze blew smoothly and I giggled, The screams and terrifying noises always makes me happy. " Master, What are you doing? " Storm asked. Here

His face was calm, but it looked like a storm was about to break. Anna felt her heart shiver and could not bring herself to say another word. The car rounded the last bend and pulled into the southern villa neighborhood. Walter stepped out of the car, his mind reeling. The place he once knew so well was now just a heap of rubble. The fire must have raged for hours. Everything around had been reduced to ashes. The ashes, which were soaked with water, had seeped into the burnt ground. Matthias was hunched over in the middle of the destruction, blood dripping from his hands.

And that was why she hadn’t met him before? Yet Westin simply replied with a mysterious smile and an elusive answer, “Yes, my people, AKA the people under my reign.” Aurora frowned. That was practically bullshit. “Oh. And I came to this city because I have noticed the chaos, the turmoil. I want to stay in the center of this storm and keep myself updated on the progress.” “Anyone who is not blind can notice that,” Aurora said coldly. “There is a war.” “There is always a war, between the werewolves and the rogues.” Westin corrected her. “But this one is different. This is no normal war. If someone doesn’t put a stop to this turmoil, the order of this world will be lost, permanently.”

I say as all eyes turn on me and several of them grab their weapons. “Traitorous bitch!” I think he goes by the code name Poison spits. He’s glaring at me with as much venom as his name implies. “I’m no traitor. The ones who are traitors are the ones who let werewolves command us like dogs!” I snap. I know how to talk to these hunters. “Fuck it, Ruin, the entire Arkan has been fucked over!” Storm snarls, his irritation clear, but from the way his hair is tousled and the state of him, he’s stressed too. He’s trying to hold it together.

she asked. Captain Aengus looked away and swayed awkwardly, "I think you may have to postpone your wedding night. By the sounds of what the general said, a storm is coming. The king will not be in the best mood after meeting with the council… it was the war council, and that never has good news." "Are things that serious in this part of the kingdom?" Niamh was now interested. "Captain?" The Captain frowned and stepped back, "I shouldn't have said anything, my Lady."

Storm and I had to win this. Storm still had ahold of the other wolf’s face as he shook his head from side to side to do as much damage as he could. He tore a clump of fur off the other wolf’s face before he lost his grip and pushed forward with his body to knock Maverick’s wolf away. They both stood a few feet from each other showing their deadly teeth while growing yet again. I could feel the tear in Storm's face and the blood dripping from it. It stung like hell even for me, but we needed to continue this fight and be done with this guy.