Brave Frontier Anima Novels & Stories

This reminds me of the scene back when I turned 18, but somehow this seems a lot more… gruesome. I hear it before I see it and manage to move out of the way of its large paw. “What the fuck is that?!” Kon cries out with wide eyes, but I had no fucking clue this time. The beast looks like a rottweiler but is as large as a fucking grizzly bear, and right now, it has its blood-red eyes trained on me. What the fuck is happening here? Where is Caterina? Movement out of the corner of my eye gets my attention, and I see Fenriz’s Lycan beast jump behind this massive dog and grab it in a chokehold.

The seam continued up between his brows and then ran a crooked pattern to disappear beneath the hood. They called it a cleft palate but she'd never seen one so bad. The two halves of his face had seemed to shift; the bone structure beneath the flesh, causing his face to sink in slightly, gave him a gorilla–like appearance. He also had no color. He was as white as an albino. His grey eyes were fringed in reddish lashes that looked almost non-existent. His upper lip seemed to have three distinct sections that she couldn't quite understand. He was by far the scariest looking man she'd ever seen.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

Gamma Beowulf queued me in. " My fellow wolves. I stand before you today as an alpha but also as the child whose parents were betrayed and killed in this pack. I know how you have all fought for justice. I feel your loyalty, your anguish, your turmoil and your fear. I know how the Newmoons had tormented you, maltreated most of you, and my heart bleeds. I cannot erase what has happened in the past or take away your pain, especially your pain of losing your loved ones in the struggle because I too still bear my pain. But I can promise you that I will do everything within my capacity to restore the Luna Eclipse to its glory and avenge the wrongs done to us by the New moons." I said, and they ho

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Morana squeezed her eyes shut and held onto the blanket tighter than before as she tried to ignore the angered wolf as he spoke. Hontas and Morana were both taken back when they heard their mate speak. The voice coming out sounded so animistic as he grumbled, Hontas was right, this wasn't Brandon. Morana didn't get much time to think before she heard heavy pounding on the door. Her heart raced as she looked towards the locked door that separated her from the beast at the other side.

The ground shook, getting stronger and stronger, and gave out a strong cracking sound. The moment the beast stamped one foot, the ground split open and scared the other party so they ran headlong. Iris stared at the animal as if accusingly. The sacred animals too, except for Kaia who stroked the animal's dense fur gently. "Call me Cibera," said the animal. Kaia was surprised, this animal means it is an immortal animal because it can talk. Oh! For the sake of what?! Meanwhile, on the other side of the Earth, a man is painting an animal that has been refusing to stay still. His paintings are ugly, shapeless, and not fit for display. I don't know what the man was thinking.

And the face she begrudgingly copied was of the girl who she knocked out, tied, and gagged behind her closet doors. By tonight, everyone at the castle was buzzing about the party. Her party. But to Clara, it only meant her actions were restricted. She stared down at the tin tub of scuzzy water, full of loathing. A light tug on her dress pulled her attention from the dishes. Peering down, a small smile curved her lips at the sight of another dear friend. A cute and tiny four-legged creature looked up at her with his innocent beady eyes. The fur that surrounded his eyes was spotted in a different shade of purple. Two feathery wings were sticking on either of his sides, and two baby spiral horn

If anything, maybe this night will end with me getting laid. Brianna was cute. She had long brunette hair that was secured in a ponytail, excitable green eyes, freckles, a nose that was almost too perfect, and plump pink lips. My eyes quickly ticked to her chest, displayed in her revealing bikini top. It was clear that she had work done, and I wasn’t enticed. I preferred my women natural. I offered Brianna a polite hello and shook her outstretched hand. She held on longer than I would've hoped, and I damn near had to shake her off. Sammy offered a quick smile and a gentleman's handshake before opening his trunk.

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.”