Brave: A Warrior's Tale Novels & Stories

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

Lyra The fire crackled, sending embers swirling into the night as laughter rolled through the camp. Brann was mid-story, tankard in hand, weaving an exaggerated tale with the kind of energy only he could muster. “And then…” Brann’s voice boomed over the crackling fire, “Veyron, not even flinching, just leaps right at the beast, his cloak billowing behind him like the wings of some dark omen! He—get this—grabs its horns and yanks it to the ground like it’s nothing! He looked like some ancient god of war, practically glowing in the moonlight!”

Scars interrupt the ink in places, pale against bronze skin, telling stories of fights he's survived. This is a body that's seen war. That's taken damage and kept going. That's strong enough to survive anything. He wraps his hand around his length, stroking slowly, eyes locked on mine. The sight sends molten heat pooling between my thighs. "Touch yourself," he commands softly. My breath catches. "I can't—" A slight shake of his head. His eyes say everything. "You can. Show me."

Basha cleared his throat as he spoke, “Bronza! You’ve been my close friend for a long time, and you alone can assist me now, I have come to borrow your armies to fight against my brother, Zhara and his armies, for my kingdom is losing its armies in this war against Yener.” There was a long silence that enveloped the dinning room, Melie whispered something into her brothers ear, and he nodded slowly. He stood up from his seat, as he walked towards Basha and his two armies, who seated side to side of Basha, he leaned closely to Basha, while looking deeply into his eyes. “We all know your brother to be a wicked warrior, that never gives up, I just hope at the end, he doesn’t come at my kingdom

They settled down beside me, their eyes fixed on me as I began to speak. “There once was a warrior, Luna,” I began, my voice steady despite the exhaustion that weighed on me. “She was strong, brave, and beautiful. Her people depended on her, and she never let them down. But there came a time when she was tested, when the enemy tried to tear apart everything she loved. And even though she was afraid, she fought. She fought to protect her pack, to protect the ones she loved, and in the end, she won.” I looked down at them, their eyes bright, their faces filled with awe.

"Yeah. If you're so mad about me being given a chance to be a warrior, you shouldn’t be fighting me—you should be asking the Grand Handsome Lord why he did what he did.” "Watch it!" Brigid snapped. "Look," Lylah said, slowly standing, still catching her breath. "I understand how you feel. I mean, I’m like you, with this big dream of fighting alongside warriors, winning battles, and coming home with victories and scars that tell the story.” "You and I are not the same," Brigid said flatly. "Yeah, you have a point. But--If I were you, I wouldn’t be here fighting a 17-year-old kid without a wolf. I like my fights fair and square."

If there was silence before, now it was so sharp that it felt it was slicing the air. “I do not want anyone of you to become a target of the wrath that I feel is coming our way. And in the coming days, I am going to set up some security measures to ensure the safety of my people, you all. I want you all to cooperate with me. I do not want any daredevils in my kingdom, I only want brave men, women, and children who are ready to do what is asked of them. Know that bravery is not just picking up the weapon and running to fight, sometimes bravery is also dropping your weapon and stepping back when you are asked to do so. In both scenarios, I feel the latter situation is more dire and braver beca

"I guess with me not being a noble I would have no idea what honor is right? Although hearing you say it was an honor, I wouldn't care to know it. I'm not sure which is worse the fact the kingdom of Albrael had their soldiers round up all the able bodied men from surrounding villages to fight and halt the empires advance, or the empire themselves for their atrocities. A majority of the army was nothing but god damn farmers, merchants, workers of some trade. You know what, they fought, because they didn't have a choice. Do you remember what your people did?" Braum's anger had been building up but when he heard that question it went away and was replaced by a face of guilt. "Yea, you remember