Novels by Brainy

Hi readers.I would like to thank you all for joining me on this epic journey and making it worthwhile.But this is not the end!Are you ready?Drums rolling... 🥁 🥁 🥁 "Royal Blood 2" will be out on the 1st of April, 2026, and will be available on...GoodNovel and Dreames.I am really excited to brings this news to you.Do not miss the epic showdown and more remarkable adventures to come.SNEAK PEEK! Chapter...A Fire into the night.It had started as a single candlelight.A little flame meant for a lone candle that had existed there all this while… and then came the fire.It has caught on to the curtains and then the bedsheets, circling around the room. It spread widely, consuming everything in its path.A maid, now a shadow of her former self, caught sight of the smoke curling from underneath the door.It was the same maid who had been appointed over that room.It was quite inquisitive why she was at that particular side of the castle at night, a place where no one dared to step

Joya was seated close to the hearth of the fire; its warm radiation chased away the cold she had been feeling. Her hands were folded into her lap, unsure of what to do with herself.The old man, whose name she was yet to know, had brought her to his home.He had led her in without many words.Inside, the air smelled of dust, dried herbs, and something faintly sweet…old wood, warmed by years of sun.She found the house she was in cozy; although many of the furniture pieces were worn out, it was neat, the least thing she had expected from an old man.The house was quiet, too quiet, that even the faintest of sounds could be heard. JoyShe could even hear her own heartbeat!“Do you leave here alone?”She asked when she caught sight of him, seated by a table at the corner of the room. On the table was a lantern; the glow was enough to light up the book the old man was going through.“Who would want to leave with an old man?”He asked, turning to look at her.Her eyes searched around; ahe

Decreash imperial kingdomNot too far from the seashore lay a bustling market, and as Joya drifted towards it, she could already see some of the things that lay ahead."Decreash," Joya murmured, rolling the unfamiliar name over her tongue. It felt foreign.Her legs carried her forward through the market, and in less than a few minutes she had concluded inwardly that this was the most enormous market she had been to, even bigger than that of Hamstung's.The marketplace pulsed with life. People of every sort crowded the streets—traders shouting prices, children weaving between bodies, strangers brushing past one another without pause. That alone did not surprise her.What stirred her curiosity were the devices. The western world was indeed more developed.Odd, mismatched contraptions lined some of the stalls; some spun, others clicked or hissed softly. Each looked strange, yet purposeful; every one of them had a role to play.The people of Decreash were just as striking. Women moved th

Black Sea Territory.The boat rocked on the surface of the Black Sea, under the starless sky.The lantern in the boat glowed with a faint light; insects were attracted to the light, and they danced around it, fascinated.Joya's gaze lingered on the vast, ink-dark sky, her blue eyes catching the moonlight as it slipped in and out of the drifting clouds. Behind her, the old man paddling the boat suddenly stopped. With a weary grunt, he let the paddle slip from his hands. It struck the side of the boat softly before settling into the water, sending out small ripples that faded almost instantly.He lowered himself onto the bench, shoulders sagging, and reached for the wine bag he had brought along. Tilting it to his lips, he drank deeply, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before drinking again.The boat continued forward on its own accord, nudged gently by the unseen current.Yet the old man's eyes never left the west.Soon his posture dulled and his limbs loosened.The sharp sc

The sun stood high above the castle walls, its scorching rays pouring into the outer courtyard.Heat shimmered faintly in the air as servants moved back and forth with careful urgency.Jazell's belongings had already been arranged inside the carriage: the chestbox was secured, folded gowns were packed away, and small boxes were tucked into corners so they would not rattle during the journey. The maids handled everything with quiet efficiency, occasionally glancing toward her as if awaiting further instructions.But Jazell said nothing.She stood a short distance away, hands folded loosely before her, her gaze following each movement with calm scrutiny.It was then that Linn approached.She came quietly, stepping close enough that no wandering ear could hear. Leaning toward Jazell, she whispered a few brief words.With an approving nod, Jazell said,"A baby girl, you say?"She mused softly, her hand drifting to rest upon her protruding stomach, fingers brushing over the fabric of her

Linn had stepped into her mistress's chamber holding in her hand a basket filled with fresh linens baked by the sunlight but sensed something was wrong.She dropped the basket, and on the floor just at the doorway, her eyes were searching around the room.And then it finally hit her.The dressing table was empty; all the jewelry was gone.She became alert; she quickly made her way to the chest box where she kept all Jazell's clothes. They were gone.Her heart raced as she fidgeted, unable to make sense of what was happening. Right then, the door nudged open, and Jazell stepped in, just returning from Ragaleon's chamber."What are you doing there?"Jazell's eyes darkened, her voice cold as it cut through the room."Were you planning to steal from me, Linn?"The words struck hard. Linn blinked, stunned, her lashes fluttering as she struggled to understand her mistress's sudden lack of trust."No—no, my lady," she said quickly. "I noticed all your belongings were gone, and I was only ch

KAEL Silverstone pack ( Ten Years Ago) Champagne crystals chimed against one another. The sharp clink of glasses swallowed the applause as another toast echoed through the grand hall, this one dedicated to my elder brother, Zaden. His eighteenth birthday had become the event everyone wanted to attend. My father had made certain of it. From the upper gallery, I rested both hands on the cold marble railing and watched the celebration unfold below. Servants weaved through the sea of nobles with silver trays balanced on their palms. Laughter drifted toward the ceiling. Music filled every forgotten corner of the mansion. And in the middle of it all… There was Zaden. He barely had to move before another young lady found an excuse to stand beside him. Like a magnet, he exuded the ability to attract admiring glances, most of which I could tell was forced. The room itself was bent around his presence. Only days ago, he had awakened his wolf. That single moment had gi

LEINNA'S POV It was cold tonight, quiet maybe. I could hear the crickets chirping from every direction and the endless croaking of frogs from a nearby pond. The woods were alive. Too alive. Yet none of it reached me. My thoughts were louder, drowning every other sound in the background. I wandered without purpose, my bare feet sinking into the damp earth. Mud squeezed between my toes, and I wiggled them with a quiet sigh. At least they weren't trapped inside those stiff leather boots. If there was one blessing in this miserable camp, it was that. Alaric's meeting was still dragging on behind me. I had excused myself with the oldest lie known to mankind. "Nature calls." Technically, it wasn't a lie; nature had called. Just not the kind they assumed. What had truly driven me out was the endless schemes. After an hour of listening, I fear that even the frogs outside sounded more civilized. By the time I reached my hut, I didn't hesitate. I shoved the creaky wooden door open and

ALARIC'S POV VENNAS The fire crackled between us, spitting hot sparks into the freezing night air. Past the firelight, the dark forest stood frozen, tall trees bending in the heavy wind while an owl hooted out in the black distance. I let the quiet drag on until the air grew tense, then slowly raised my eyes to look at the men sitting around the flames. “The Beta stays." That was as far as Zigi got. His voice was raspy, worn thin by the endless friction of command and the stubborn resistance of the men around him. He raised a hand, palm-up, as if he could physically press the objections back down into the dirt. However, it seemed Rohan wasn’t having it. Before Zigi could pull his hand back, Rohan’s elbow slammed into his ribs with a sickening, hollow thud. The blow carried the force of a coiled spring released all at once, brutal, sudden, and entirely devoid of the cautious hesitation that governed formal duels. Zigi stumbled sideways, air rushing from his lungs in a sharp, st

Zaden's Pov. I should have known she would outdo herself eventually. She had the spirit of a fighter but the prowess of a limping wolf. I could kill you here and now and have your body buried in the woods, and it would take nothing out of me. "Then do it," she challenged, her lips quivering. Her face was now as red as a tomato, and the spark in those crystal blue eyes had died, leaving only a dark gloom. "No one would come for me, not even my father. So I am telling you right here and now, Zaden, kill me." Her voice didn't shake, despite my threats. It infuriated me…this desperate, ugly bravery. She stood before me like a broken glass pretending to be whole, daring me to shatter what little was left of her. I looked at the rise and fall of her chest; the raw, furious look of defeat I was awaiting refused to surface. A limping wolf, yes. But one that still bared its teeth at the jaws of its predator. “Let her beg,” a dark part of me whispered. Instead, I stepped closer, clos

ENISA'S POVMy eyes fluttered open, surrendering to the darkness that had swallowed the room whole. Everything was a blur, the world swimming before me as the walls and ceiling seemed to spin in a relentless haze.I slammed them shut, grinding my knuckles into the ache behind my lids, then forced them open one more time.This time, faint outlines slowly emerged from the black. Furniture. The curtains. And a figure sprawled across the king-sized bed.Zaden.We had a deal; tonight was his turn to claim the space. For a long moment, I stayed perfectly still, listening to the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing in the dark. Then, breaking the quiet, I shoved the blanket off my legs. The cold air hit my skin like ice, making me shiver as I slid off the edge of the couch. Navigating the room blindly felt like threading a maze.Drifting past the shadow of an armchair and narrowly missing the edge of the coffee table, my outstretched fingers finally grazed the smooth plaster of th

MELANI'S POV Silverstone pack "I warned you about that necklace," Layla snapped with malicious intent. “Why is it that you never know when to keep quiet?” Grumbling, I turned away from the mirror, my vision already beginning to waver, fingers curling into tight fists, veins bulging beneath my skin, and heart pulsing against my chest. Deep inside my head, my inner wolf lets out a warning growl, taking up an uncomfortable amount of space in my consciousness. “How do I answer the call? " I asked, plunging into a nearby armchair as a sudden wave of dizziness hit me. “You don't," she purred, her voice echoing in the dark corners of my head. “It’s only a summon. You get to decide whether or not you want to go." “And if I do go?" I challenged, a bit skeptical. She went quiet for a heartbeat before humming thoughtfully. “Well, that depends entirely on your motive. Do you need something from them? Somehow, I doubt it." “That isn't the answer to my question. " My eyes