Brave: A Warrior's Tale Novels & Stories

He stamped his hand against the pillar and it shook, letting lose plaster and dust particles from the ceiling. "Is that right?" Tanky spoke, getting up from the bench and facing Bravo. Tanky was a warrior from the neighboring town of Bram. "And who are we going to war with, brother, these human-things none of us can even see? In case you did not know, Keratin barely escaped with his life, the same goes for you as well, chief. . ." He jerked his head to Janga who had been silent the whole time as they ranted. "The same goes for you, brother." He said, acknowledging Galieel who sat staring balefully at him. "And let's not also forget you were there as well, Verag."

Villains had no rules, they had no limits. It was far too easy to convince Jake to go outside with me, to watch the brave warriors of our pack fight for our freedom and lives. Closer and closer, we inched; until all that shielded us was the thick bushes around our neighbor’s house. One of the warriors in our pack had fallen, blood spurting from his neck in a sea of beautiful crimson. The life in his eyes went from blazing to a dull flicker. ‘Be a hero’, I told Jake. ‘Our parents will be so proud’, I said.

Confusion flickered in her eyes. - What's going on here? Brivik repeated angrily. The warrior with two swords only now turned his head in his direction, taking his eyes off the corpses. Piercing gray eyes looked at the head of the guard, in which silver reflections seemed to gleam. Brivik involuntarily became alert, unmistakably sensing in this young fellow the strength to which the entire caravan was now subordinated. - Well?! - Brivik drove up to the very border of the dome and stopped in front of the guy. Where are the corpses from?

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

At first, they didn’t show any signs of hostility. “I thought alpha told you never to come back here, old man.” The alpha king stopped. I looked at the warriors and they looked beastly. Arms like branches and legs like tree trunks. They were more than ripped and something they ate in that mountain made all of them look so…big. I would have understood if a few of them looked like that but all of those in front of us looked like that. if they all looked like that and were well trained. Then our warriors stood no chance against them.

Their Alpha had run, his Beta was dead and he had been hunted down by the woman he’d tried to own, and now he knelt bleeding in Volkov territory with nowhere left to go. “Bring them closer,” I said. “He deserves to have witnesses see what happens when they betray their Alpha and when they choose to side against the right thing.” One of my warriors blinked. “Alpha?” “Everyone,” I repeated, louder. My voice carried through the trees. “If they followed him here, they’re going to watch how this ends.” Asher let out a weak laugh. “You need an audience?” he rasped. I stepped into his line of sight. “No,” I said. “You do. I think that this is going to be a good show.”

Every line I sing, he grows wearier; like blinds, his eyes soon close up. He really embodies the mind of a child, apart from the cruelty of the government tasks. I heard before that the imperial brocade-clad guards have to pass a torturous and ruthless test prior to becoming one. They have to kill all the partners they were set up with, all of whom they have endured hardships and feel an intimate bond with. In the end, their eliteness is defined by their resilience to turbulence and tempestuousness. I gaze into his soul and feel a compelling passion to reside by his side.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

If a patriarch of a medium-size family could not win against this King how could she hope to survive? 'We can't fly like my father and the passage to the surface is on the other side of the valley so this will be the end of my family. I will pass to you the pinnacle of our art that we managed to create, I hope that it will help you to survive this place and, one day, to avenge us by killing that King. My name is Uriah Assea, and this is my lifelong achievement.' Sara's eyes kept going on the next pages without blinking once and a smile began to appear on her face.

If he didn't move quickly, they'd grab him and make him justify why his mother had always told him to always avoid places like this. Thaddeus cursed. Damn! If only he had Larry with him, he could tackle them both. Alone, he had no chance of standing up to them, there was no way in any universe he could beat them. Larry had always been the muscle in the pact and he was delighted of being the brain. These boys looked like humanoid rotweilers, if what he had been shown of rotweilers in school were accurate. He could start crying, but would it help?