Brave: A Warrior's Tale Novels & Stories

“I will gladly honor your requests to your early grave. Extends my greeting to Dereck, that the rogue king would come and reclaim his position from him” “How dare you call the master by his name” the warrior bellowed, really angry now.” Not saying anything, he handed me over to one of the two elders. “You will regret your words” A wide aura descended, followed by the colliding of Brian and the warrior in an ear shattering boom. they were evenly matched. Brian stood tall, with no change in his expression, like he was expecting this result, but the look on the warriors face screamed otherwise. He had an antonished look on his face, surpised at the outcome of the first clash.

I grabbed the bat from the corner, swinging it experimentally, tasting the metallic weight in my hands. The thought of making them kneel, of forcing obedience, gave me a sick thrill. But then I saw him - my brother, Alpha Roman - arriving with his warriors, eyes sharp, presence commanding. The air seemed to hum with authority, a force stronger than my own, stronger than the fire Rahab and I could muster.

River's fingers trailed the spine of the next book, its leather cover worn smooth by countless readings. "The Lame Warrior's Triumph," she whispered, opening the pages to reveal the tale of Kaid. Thane's eyes sparkled with curiosity as River began to read: "Kaid, a warrior injured in battle, was deemed unfit for later battles. Yet, he refused to accept fate's dictate. Instead, he honed his mind, sharpening his wit and strategic thinking." As River spoke, Thane's imagination conjured Kaid's determined face, his eyes burning with a fire that would not be extinguished.

It sounded like triumph until they cried out. Bram’s jaws clenched. He did not flinch. Instead, with something like amusement and a ruined smile, he raised both hands and opened the wound in the barrier wider. The witches that had been crushed beneath iron did not stay down, they uncoiled, bursting back to whole like a bad dream unfurling. Bram laughed then, a sound that tasted of victory and something older. “You learn bravery, Luna,” he called across the whirl of shields and blood. “You will learn the price of protecting what you love.”

He came out victorious, ignoring Halvar's cowardly pleas for mercy and tearing him into a dozen pieces. Even Garran found his moment. Brakk…once a brute enforcer for him, now merely a puppet for the shadow…charged at the Warlord with rabid madness. Their battle was thunderous, two titans colliding in a savage battle of teeth and roaring force. But Garran was older, wiser, and hardened by a life spent killing men like Brakk. He snapped Brakk’s neck and crushed his skull under his boot, spitting at it and muttering something about dogs who betrayed their master over the promise of a few bones.

He grabbed the warrior's arm, twisted it behind his back, and then delivered a brutal kick to the man's spine. The warrior fell to the ground, paralyzed from the waist down. The last warrior, seeing his comrades defeated so easily, tried to flee. Blaze was on him in an instant, his hand plunging into the man's chest. He ripped out the warrior's heart, holding it for a moment before tossing it aside. The courtyard fell silent, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the terrified onlookers. Blood pooled on the ground, a testament to Blaze's lethal efficiency. He stood amidst the carnage, unscathed and unperturbed, his gaze cold and emotionless.

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.

I was a coward. The beauty of Bri was not just in her physical form or her exquisite mind, nor was it simply the enormous heart she claimed not to have, but in each broken shard, she was brave enough to brandish in the name of someone or something else. Books for her father, the security of her friends, and whatever else she may have left unsaid. Here and now she allowed that fragile heart to be born naked before me in the name of Bastain, a boy she owed nothing to, a soul so like her own, wounded, chipped, and saddened leaving little self-worth to share. I would find that for Bas, and she would help me, a way to tether her here without getting too close.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Ghtraht's loud voice echoed in the clearing as he spoke: “Brothers and sisters, I give you Shieena, the heroine of Zanestor. She, who together with the Sunbringer killed our most hated enemy, the dwarf king. She, who made the new dwarven queen tremble before her. She, who forced that same queen to release all our people from their prisons. She, who brought us victory with the heart of a warrior. Goblins, I present to you my future wife, Shieena the Victorious. Through her I give you my future children, whose blood will be the blood of legends. The blood of warriors!” The audience went crazy. They screamed their names, applauded and cheered. That night they served food in every tavern and eve