Novels by Brainy

MELANI'S POV Five years ago. The first heavy drop of rain struck the stone courtyard, shattering into a star of cool water. Then another. Within seconds, the sky gave way, pouring down in relentless sheets that swallowed the world in grey. The sword in my hand did not stop moving. It cut through the air again and again, striking the training dummy with a precision that bordered on fury. Completely unfazed by the storm, I stood my ground and continued training myself. I was drenched in the rain. My hair, now completely soaked, was plastered against my scalp, weaving together like a slick web. It clung stubbornly to the skin of my forehead and the nape of my neck. With a sharp exhale that mingled with the mist, I drove my sword forward. The steel whistled through the humid air, slicing through raindrops in a blur, before descending on the dummy. It's been five years now after the encounter I had with my mother in the training hall. Silence has been our only l

LEINNA'S POV VENNAS It was a pathetic sight really, watching all of them cluster around her like chicks around a mother hen. I stood off to the side, watching as Mehan soaked in every word of praise thrown her way, not just from the pack members but from Alaric himself. "You are truly gifted with your hands." His imposing figure dwarfed the rest as he approached. He knelt beside the makeshift bed where Kael lay. Though the young wolf was still unconscious, his grievous injuries were mending at an impossible rate. Just days ago, a festering, gaping hole had exposed his ribcage. Now, a tight mesh of fresh, healthy flesh was weaving itself over the wound. "It is indeed a miracle," Rohan remarked from the edge of the circle. But as the pack murmured in awe, his narrowed eyes remained locked on Kael’s chest, glaring down at the unnatural speed of the recovery with thinly veiled suspicion. “Mehan, you must teach the rest of the pack your methods," Alaric said, his commanding voic

ENISA'S POV Pulling away, I blinked, breaking the heavy, intense gaze that had locked onto mine. "Thank you," I said, turning away. "For the unsolicited advice, which, of course, changes absolutely nothing." "There's more.” His voice made my steps falter, but I didn't turn around. I refused to meet those piercing eyes that made my skin crawl. "Is there?” I mouthed soundlessly, intertwining my fingers as I dropped my head, my gaze fixing on the floorboards beneath my feet. "Come with me." I heard his footsteps resume as he turned in the opposite direction. I let out a quiet sigh and trudged along right behind him. The air around us felt suffocatingly tense, heavy with the intimidation that radiated from a man feared across so many borders. By the time he stopped, we were standing in front of a door at the extreme end of the hallway. His hand found the handle, and he nudged it open before stepping inside. I hesitated for merely a moment, rooted to the spot, until he

ENISA'S POVSILVERSTONE PACKThe sword crashed against the training dummy for the tenth time, the force of the impact reverberating through my arms.I repeated the same action, again and again, relentlessly, increasing my zeal. I wasn't merely training anymore; I was determined to reduce the dummy to splinters.Time dragged by without mercy. Sweat soaked through my clothes, clung to my skin, and dripped from my brow, yet my arms refused to give in.How could it, though?When all these thoughts gnawing at my mind screamed for answers.Answers to questions I wouldn't dare say out loud.To burn off my frustration, I poured my energy into swordsmanship. Chopping away at a training dummy wasn't exactly groundbreaking, but it was something... right?”With a sickening snap, the dummy's head tore free from its torso, and a wave of dark relief crashed over me. I stepped back, nodding at my grim handiwork, wishing it was Melani lying decapitated on the ground instead.It’s a twisted thought, is

LEINNA'S POV Hours stretched into an eternity, my fingers digging into the matted knots of my hair. My only task had been simple: watch the deer roasting over the fire.But as the acrid scent of burning meat began to taint the air, it was clear I was failing.“Where are you?”The question echoed bitterly in my mind as my eyes scanned the clearing for the hundredth time. The surrounding woods remained unnervingly still, offering nothing but the hollow sigh of the wind through the canopy.Alaric and the others were still out hunting, clearly indifferent to my absence. Even Mehan was likely hovering over Kael, too consumed by him to remember the friend who had only just opened their eyes after three days of unconsciousness.The sting of their abandonment tasted like ash.I was completely, utterly alone, without a single soul to lean on; the thought made me weary.With passing time, my eyelids grew heavy. I was only a second away from succumbing to sleep when the sound of a noise shatte

LEINNA'S POV A cacophony of overlapping voices clawed at my consciousness, a jarring wall of sound that grated against my raw nerves. I tried to turn my head, eyelashes fluttering, but a heavy, unyielding hand pinned me in place. My instinct overrode reason as my body fought against the restraint, jerking violently forward to wrench myself free from my invisible captors. “Leinna." The voice cut through the chaos, but I kept fighting. “Leinna, listen to me. You're safe." "Alaric?" The name was like a key that made the rigid tension in my muscles snap, and my resistance collapsed. My eyes fluttered open, instantly squinting against the blinding lances of sunlight pouring through a nearby window. As I gasped for air, the rich, sharp scent of damp earth flooded my senses. The cool oxygen rushed into my lungs, revitalizing my aching body with a strange, electrifying intensity. Blinking rapidly against the glare, my focus shifted from the wooden ceiling down to the fi

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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