Best Banat Novels & Stories

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

“From Norway.” And as expected, silence fills the gap between us and though I’m not directly looking at him, I know that he understands my situation. That I’ve been banished from my own Pack. Titus Bane This whole day has been unexpectedly wonderful, and that’s coming from someone who doesn’t do anything considered to be anything remotely close to that adjective, and yet, here we are. I tried so hard to resist it, to tell myself that I didn’t want to be involved with someone like her, but who the hell was I fooling?

His thoughts were filled with graphic images of what could be going on in that auction ground. He had seen it before and knew how brutal it can be. Their numbers were already small, and he was trying to prevent them from going extinct. Since the Great War, there had a very low birth rate as almost all the women died either at the battle or their homes. He lets out another growl, now running at full speed. On getting there, he transforms back to his human form, his clothes still intact, and while the others were putting theirs on, he storms into the place with long angry strides, not a second longer.

'' Bastian warned, with his voice reflecting steel and threat this moment. The steel and reverberation in Bastian's voice could only heat up the tension and send pangs of fear down Bojan's spine. In a moment of impulse, he was was forced to consider giving up Limah and her infant at the rare chance of clemency. The fear of the King Gaius and his army overwhelmed him to bits, but then, it was Limah he had harboured in his chariot; the priestess of Temple Nuh who had been a major character behind his commercial fortunes from the heart of Balkan Peninsula to the rest of the kingdoms. He could only consider himself ungrateful to harbour such malicious thought. Without ado, Bojan stood his ground