Brave: A Warrior's Tale Novels & Stories

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

I sneered, offended. "Thank you. If I need to barge into the ring to safe you, I would." "Don't you dare try it!" I warned. "You shouldn't step on my pride as a future warrior," I said and he laughed as I glared at him. I could tell he was laughing at my dream to become a warrior. After all, ladies weren't recognized or welcomed on the battle field. "Fine, I'll try to stay out of your fight as long as I see that your head is still intact," he held his hand out in surrender, trying to hold back his laughter.

I cried, my vision becoming blurry with tears as sweat seeped out of my skin. "Brie fought bravely with the other Guard-Gifted. They were outnumbered and were fighting against Guard-Gifted. Someone ripped her stomach open," no, no, no! This can't be happening! "Alessandro and Karen were able to save one of the babies and Brie is fighting for her life. I'm not sure she—" I gasped when I felt her presence in my mind. It was weak and brief.

A slow burn consumes my wrists and ankles, the wolfsbane is quickly overriding every other sensation, maybe that's precisely the goal: to create so much pain that I'll bow down to their every command. I feel the weight of every eye on the room on me, calculating, debating if I have the right to live. I glimpse at Devin, his gaze burns me. I remember his words from the previous night, I don't have the right to decide who lives and dies, so why should he? Why should his title confer him a moral release? Brian clears his throat, efficiently gaining my attention, though he doesn't acknowledge me. He whirls around and addresses the Council: "Audrey has excellent fighting skills, can yield weapons

I gritted in anger and force, forcing my wolf through even though I felt my throat being ripped off. I was in excruciating pain and my head was on fire. I imagined a lot of people dying and I shook the pain off, suppressing and enduring everything and the harem shifted. My wolf gave a loud howl, forcing its way through and the stupid iron thing broke. A bright light pierced my vision from the harem and I watched it glow brightly until it faded. I gave a loud howl in victory and hit the iron bar which shook vehemently. I couldn't reach out for the lock cause my paws were so big.

Momentarily perplexed, he focused on the bold font spelling out his alias, accompanied by a blurry picture of the infamous ranked Duskbringer. "BRAVE NEW HERO, SPECTRAL GUARDIAN MANAGES TO TAKE DOWN THE ELUSIVE INFAMOUS RANKED DUSKBRINGER ALONGSIDE HIS SQUAD!" the screen proclaimed, scrolling across the bottom as the latest bulletin of the day. However, as people passed by, Keagan realized that the screen did not show a clear image of him. He recalled Dante's inquiry about his name, as the media had been seeking it. Unfortunately, they hadn't captured a photograph of him. Nevertheless, a profound sense of accomplishment surged within him as he strolled past the kiosks, hoping someone would r

The warrior refused to look away. But every warrior had an Achilles heel. He was hers and she was his. It was time to change that weakness into a strength. “Mate, you’ve kept your secrets long enough,” he growled low. The Alpha in him came to the surface. Panic flared within her and her breathing quickened. He quickly captured her chin to keep her in place when she attempted to break eye contact. “You have some explaining to do.”

“I think good things, but boys are weird. They said humans can’t be warriors, but you is a warrior. So that don’t make sense. Then they said you beat Miss Greta and that don’t make sense either. Nobody beats Miss Greta.” “Well, let me set one thing straight. I did NOT beat Miss Greta, but I did get to work with her. She is a really great warrior so if she tells you to do something listen, cause she’s the best. But, I am a warrior and a human. I just have to work a little different that’s all. I can get hurt worse because I don’t heal as fast as you do.” “Oh, so can I tell Todd he was kinda wrong then?”

The yellow mud slurry was like a wall, crashing down and blanketing everything in its path. Tyler used all the strength in his body to fling me out. By the time I could lift my head, I saw Tyler standing on the exact spot where I had been just now. The mud slurry had already submerged his calves. "Tyler!" He glanced back at me. Through that one brief glance, I saw something in it that I had never seen before. He flashed a smile at me. "Cleo, have I managed to teach you to be brave for once?" My eyes stung.

Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again. So did I. A Warrior came at me brazenly from the front. In one swift motion, I knocked his feet out from under him, so that he landed with a deafening thud on the hard ground. Maya shouted, and I turned to see one of the men had her by the hair.