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

LEINNA'S POV.VENNASMy eyes fluttered open, blinking against the warm rays of sunlight streaming through the tall windows.For a moment, I simply stared at the ceiling, disoriented by the familiar room and the scent of cedar and smoke lingering in the air.Then the soreness hit.A soft groan escaped me as I shifted beneath the blankets. Every muscle seemed determined to remind me that yesterday had been long and exhausting.I carefully turned onto my side, my eyes finding Alaric instantly.He lay on his back, seemingly undisturbed by the morning light pouring across the bed. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, the morning light spilling across the sharp planes of his face. In sleep, he looked different, perhaps less intimidating.A strand of dark hair had fallen over his forehead, and one muscular arm rested carelessly across the mattress between us.My gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have.Memories of the previous night crept into my mind, and heat im

Zaden's POVI traipsed down the hallway, the rhythmic thud of my boots echoing in the oppressive serenity.Outside, the storm raged on, rain hammered the floor-to-ceiling glass, and rolling thunder rattled. I caught my reflection in the storm-streaked windows, the dark pack grounds flashing into view with every strike of lightning. A servant hurried by, clutching folded sheets, and quickly averted her eyes as I passed. I didn’t even glance her way. My irritation only deepened as Enisa’s face flashed through my mind, immediately followed by Melani’s.I reached for the heavy double doors of the west wing, shoved them open with a harsh clatter, and pushed deeper into the shadows of the western corridor toward the cellar lounge.The Cask & Vine was the estate’s personal wine cellar, and this was the exact place I found myself after I pushed another door open.I seldom make trips to this place. The few times I did, I left feeling hollow and emptier than I had come.The door groaned shut b

ENISA'S POV“Zaden.”It was Melani who called out to him. Hearing her voice up close I felt a chill crawl up my spine.Zaden, halted in his tracks before finally lifted his head fully to look at her just as she stopped directly before him.Too close.Close enough for the scent of her perfume to drift through the air between us.Her green eyes traveled across his face slowly, almost possessively, before a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.“Not even a welcome hug, have you always been such a bad host?” Her cheery red lips parted into a cunning smile, and her voice lowered.“Or is this your way of pretending you no longer remember me?”“I remember enough to know your reason for being here is for your own interests.”Melani’s smile widened faintly, amused rather than hurt.“That sounds cruel.”She tilted her head slightly, studying Zaden with unconcealed interest.“You were easier to read when we were younger.”“You speak like we were lovers.”I shifted awkwardly at the blun

ENISA'S POV “Dreadlock.” The way he called his name awakened something in me, undiluted fear. A gunshot fired into the air, the sound reverberating through the estate like a distant echo. Alpha Dreadlock remained perfectly still, unfazed by the turmoil around us. “Kayak, you honor me with your presence.” He spoke calmly just as the latter strode toward us. “Shall I also honor you by sending you to an early grave?” He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Alpha Dreadlock, his eyes shifting like restless tides, flashing with an untamed spirit. In a split second, he closed the distance, the nozzle of the gun now pressed firmly against Alpha Dreadlock’s forehead. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pull this trigger for your betrayal.” “Friendship counters all reasons, good friend.” “And yet you went behind my back, breaching the contract, by wedding your son to another woman.” “And yet you went behind my back and breached our contract by wedding your son to another woman.” I st

ENISA'S POV Silverstone pack It was like a complete shutdown. Everywhere I looked, guards moved around in coordinated waves, their presence swallowing the estate whole. The air was tense, and somewhere beyond the gates, the sharp cry of sirens echoed through the night, like the approach of military vans. The massive entrance doors swung open as we made our way outside, and what greeted me was chilling. Outside the grand oak doors of the mansion was a detailed diamond formation of bodyguards shielding a central figure at the core. I barely had time to process what I was seeing when a hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist, swaying me to another direction. I looked up and saw that it was Zaden; he guided me straight through the formation, and in the blur of the moment I found myself standing at the very front, where Alpha Dreadlock stood erect with his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The dim estate lights reflected against his long, shoulder-length hair, dark stra

ZADEN'S POVSlam!With a heavy thud, something crashed against my face, smothering me briefly before pulling away.My eyes snapped open instantly, bloodshot and unfocused, my lungs retrenching as I dragged in a sharp breath through the suffocating haze of sleep.Before I could recover…Thud!The second hit landed harder.That was all it took.The first strike had already triggered something primal inside me, but the second awakened my wolf completely.For one disorienting second, all I saw was darkness. The pressure made air vanish from my lungs.In those fractured seconds between sleep and consciousness, I had thought I was under attack, and my wolf reacted accordingly, awareness detonating through me.Every dormant instinct surged awake beneath my skin at once, dragging me out of sleep so abruptly it felt almost electrifying.My eyes scanned around my surroundings, senses sharpening with lethal precision as darkness and shadows came into focus with clarity around me.Instinctively,