Novel & Cerita Brave: A Warrior's Tale

"Alpha Jason wait I need to tell you something' Camile's voice was loud but I paid het no mind. It was time for war.As I ran to Jacob's domain. Flashes of my Luna's face attacked my eyes.Her smile, her hair, her body.I'd kill Jacob for daring to taint my Luna.As me and my men approached Jacob's palace I could see from a distance the number of guards he had stationed outside his palace.

I was beginning to smell more wolves, and now, I could hear a large engine vehicle barreling down the mountain. We heard a snarl come from over the next ridge, as we sensed the Green Mountain warriors nearing. Leo and I both faltered, cautiously moving forward as we attempted to determine exactly where they were, however the Alpha King continued his charge up the mountain. Two wolves leaped over the ridge as we crested it, snarling viciously as one lunged directly at the enormous Lycan. Bridgette’s father didn’t falter, slow or even hesitate as he surged ahead, catching the warrior mid-leap by the throat and nearly decapitating him and tossing him aside in one swift movement. The other warri

After all, he might have done the damage to that lady already. ~~~ “It was fair maiden who stood up for us. Brave and careless of her life.” Romeo narrated. “A maiden ye say?” The help exclaimed with disbelief written across her face. Old as she was, she cannot be sure if what Romeo was telling was true. Hermes, ruthless and violent as his reputation. No one would want to fight with him. “In case ye ask, she does not have any idea who Hermes is. She seemed from the tribe faraway from the capital.”

(Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up. Jack smirked before placing his hand as the small of my back leading me towards a door to the building. He nodded at the man guarding the door referring him to open it. I analyzed the guard, seeing as he had a bulletproof vest on his chest and an Ak-47 strapped to him. I quickly looked away as I continued walking forward. The inside was absolutely beautiful, mesmerizing even but I knew I had to stay focused and remember my way in if I had any chance on getting out.

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

Leno said pointedly. I fold my arms in front of me. “Anything else, Beta Leeeeeno,” I said, scoffing while dragging his name. He stepped forward, standing in front of me. “You know you are lucky it was me and not my mate,” he said, grinning menacingly. I visibly shudder. I am not a warrior. I barely went through the training to shift our first time. But Nora came from another pack. She is scary in combat. I gulped and nodded. “Good, you do have a guard outside. Just ask him what you need, and we will get it,” he said while he walked away, his back to me, waving his hand.

“We have ties to real power that we can bring down on them so fast, they won’t even see us coming. They cannot imagine our real power. We are part of something much bigger than anyone here realizes. We just have no need to talk about it and it goes much deeper than you think. The Bratva is more than a way of life to its members. Like your Italian or Irish mobs, the Bratva is stronger than we portray and like them, we believe in our commitment. Our bond is forged in blood and steel and we have raw and savage power to bring down on our enemy when it is needed. If Flynn thinks he’s tough, we will show him we are tougher. If he comes after us, we will bring the full force of the Bratva down on h

He was one. Massive, motionless, and terrifying in his stillness, the warlord looked nothing like the court's whispered portraits. His armor was made of scales—real ones, black and dark crimson, char-bound and ancient. They looked as though they had grown from his skin rather than been forged. Long hair, coal-black and streaked with silver, hung unbound around sharp, beastlike features. His eyes… Her breath caught. They glowed. Not gold, not amber. Firelight, caged behind the thinnest veneer of humanity. When his gaze landed on her, she felt it like the kiss of an open flame.

The warriors clashed their heavy shields in a deafening thunder, and a massive wave of proud, primal wolf howls tore from the throats of thousands, echoing off the highest mountain peaks until the very earth shook. Braham stepped forward, taking the heavy golden crown from the cushion. His eyes were burning with an intense, fierce public devotion that made my breath hitch. He didn't look at the crowd; he looked only at me as he carefully, deliberately placed the crown upon my head, his fingers lingering against my hair for a fraction of a second.

Trying hard not to alert my predators to my hiding spot. The small opening of the leaves, enabled me to watch them. They wandered around for a while, before leaving, making me heave a sign of relief. "Why does it have to be me? And why on this day?!" I exclaimed, "The moon spirits failed me." I cried as I let my head fall on my knees. But then, I remembered all what my mother had said to me about being brave.