Brave Frontier Anima Novels & Stories

And then their beasts come forward. It’s not just a shift. It’s like a tide. Hadrian blurs and the lion steps through him, bigger in presence than in body, his mane like a gold crown. Fenrick’s black wolf spills out of him like night, thick furred and silent. Nythor’s white tiger uncoils clean as a knife, his breath fogging even in the warm air. They all look up at me. Then they bow. I blink. Twice. “Okay,” I whisper. “That’s new.”

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

**Shyfter** ‘As always, our little brother, forever the self chosen ambassador for peace! That's fine, let's see how YOU will handle this, Ambassador. The rest of us will observe these new strangers. Kugri, would you please go inform the Others about our guests? We shouldn't be hasty to turn to the side of violence to solve our problems, when words are far less deadly.’ A huge rust colored wolf, with glowing orange eyes suggested. **Anaki** ‘Shyfter, you will remain behind with Moon. I have a feeling you two will make an interesting team on this one. If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood?’

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Raising her arms to secure herself as best she may, she held up for the torment, but it never came. Opening her eyes once more, she saw the reason why. Brock was on beat of the animal, his gigantic paws burrowing into its upper arms as his teeth snapped at the thing's jugular. The spines on its back were implanted profound into the ground, stuck like spikes and hampering its movements.

They barely had a face and couldn’t speak and no brain power but that would suffice. She could do other things too. She had two spirit animals. A peacock and the new addition a butterfly, but not just the regular ones that could tear of paper. They were made of steel and they could cut. They were unlimited in number and looking closer they had summoning seals on them. She could get anything from them. Her creatures and weapons. Training with their numbers they could form a cloud of sorts, a huge cloud, really massive. And with that she was set. She heard the Savan war music from where she had taken up residence.

Zarseti delicately raises her hand, calling off her attack dog as she looks at me with patient eyes while I struggle to stay upright. “That pain? Is a natural consequence of their own actions. They chose to accept their bond and made an everlasting promise to always be as one. To break that promise; to desecrate the very bond they sealed is to warp its very foundation and turn it into something sinister. The pain their animai experiences is a physical manifestation of the pain the soul endures when it has been betrayed. Those who would dare treat their animai so disgracefully will be forced to see and remember the damage they have caused; their own cosmic karma.”

"Anaconda will be a great asset to this mission for a better world. With him on our side, we'll be able to capture Number 6 again. What's remaining is the right weapons." "This man, this Anaconda, have you given him a rundown of what we are dealing with here?" Beloca arched his brows, "Does he know that these people are not humans but very powerful animals?" "Yes, he knows." Adeladin smiled, "He can take on them. The best step to all of these is to upgrade our weapons."

He knows he can’t always be my saviour, that sometimes I have to be the one to save myself, and so instead, he gives me just enough of a boost so I can pull myself back up when I get knocked down. That’s what an animai is. It’s someone who will always catch you when you fall. It’s someone who will lend you strength when you are struggling to hang on and allow you to keep going. Sharing your soul doesn’t cure your problems but having someone to share the weight of them sure makes them easier to bear. Maybe that’s why Zarseti created the bond in the first place because having two people carry a heavy load makes life’s challenges easier to handle.

Her voice cut the silence, a cry torn from her soul: “No crown defines me…” Her eyes blazed, fierce and untamed. Her body surged with a strength she had carved for herself. Her roar split the sky: “I… AM… ANANAAAAA!” The beast snarled, the ground shaking beneath its foot. Anana roared back, spear raised.