Brave Frontier Anima Novels & Stories

“Let’s go see Sophia.” She nods, her smile shaky but genuine, and together we leave the room, stepping into the future that’s finally free from Darius’ control. “Wait,” she says, grabbing my arm. “What does that mean?” I frown. “What does what mean?” “What you keep calling me,” she bites her bottom lip. “Anima—” “Anima mia,” I say, smiling as I take her face in my hands. “It means ‘my soul’; a part of me I thought I lost until I found you in that little town.”

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.”

The message was clear, they were not going to get to us except they defeated Helena, and that was impossible. She ripped through their flesh. Tore their limbs off. Helena morphed and stood on her hind legs like a human wolf to match their stance. She did damage to them. Necks snapped, and hearts were pulled out from chests. She was fast. When she moved all I could see was light. Some tried to flee, but they weren't fast enough. The fight ended in no time.

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.

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

Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments. Finally, the line was completed by two towering figures: Brutus Ironhide, the Juggernaut, whose earth manipulation abilities and sheer physical bulk made him nearly invulnerable, and Astra Skyreach, the Hawk of Somerland, a martial artist with unparalleled agility and speed who fought with the grace and precision of a hawk on the hunt. The ten warriors stood tall, their heads high, their pride and strength evident in their postures. In one unified voice, they declared, “Anyone who threatens our nation will be annihilat

"I am the Prince of the Southern Realm! If you touch me, my father’s full army will burn your mountain keep to the ground!" Gryfyn didn't slow his stride by a single inch. His massive leather boots thudded heavily against the bridge planks, his broad shoulders squared, his glowing golden eyes burning with a terrifying, primal Alpha heat. His long Northern broadsword dangled lazily in his right hand, the broad steel tip dragging across the wood, leaving a dark, jagged line in its wake.

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.