Brave Frontier Flower Core Novels & Stories

The fight against Core Prime had always been personal, but now it was a matter of unmasking the most insidious deception they had faced yet. He picked up a small vial of Anya’s detox mixture, its complex aroma a grounding counterpoint to the synthetic sweetness Riska had detected. He tucked it securely into his pocket. "Remember the butterfly pea flower," Anya said, her voice soft but firm. "Its peace is your shield. Its truth, your sword."

Clamped in the tongs was a shimmering, semi-liquid ingot of unrefined Starfall moonstone—the last pristine sample retrieved from her mother's deep-vault archives on the Moonhaven Coast. Beside her, Rhys sat on a low stone pedestal, stripped to the waist. The **Apex Core** remained securely locked over his chest, its crystalline channels pulsing in a slow, rhythmic cadence that matched the heavy, measured thud of his heart. Sweat glistened across his broad, scarred shoulders and the intricate dark tribal tattoos lining his ribs.

"You'll lose." "Maybe." I turned to face him. "But I'd rather lose fighting than win by surrendering." Rylan studied me for a long moment. Then he did something unexpected. He smiled. "You really have changed." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch. "Take this." I opened it. Inside was a pinch of dark red powder that smelled of iron and moonlight. "What is it?" "Bloodroot. Crushed from a plant that grows only in the Unclaimed Range. A pinch in your system, and your wolf will run hotter, faster, stronger. For about an hour."

I could see that her scent was calming him and his wolf. I hated the fact that she made him feel that way. I hated seeing the love that he had for her. He was supposed to be mine. "I'm sorry Flower," He said softly. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her and she smiled back "I have some warriors checking around the border now just in case the attacker is still here. Me and Rose will be leaving now," Derek said and they both left "Are you feeling ok?" Jace asked me "Yes my leg just hurts, but I'm fine"

"Okay but, this isn't fair. You need to look on the bright side too, what about times that you want to live your life to the fullest?" I scoffed. "You are ridiculous". "Every time you feel like you want to live, promise me you'll put up a flower" Aarish said. "Oh shut up, I am not like you Mr square shooter, and I am not planning to change who I am and why would I?" "It’s only fair, you shouldn't be so dark, Li" He continued” and a butterfly with a flower is not lonely" he stopped. "And you didn't kill your brother" He said barely audible.

"Yes. The language takes months." "But the knowing is immediate." "If you are paying attention," Valentina says. "And if you have put down everything you think you already know before you arrive." Beatriz nods. She takes out a notebook — small, leather, the same kind as Valentina's from Carrer Verdi, which cannot be a coincidence and is one of those things that Valentina chooses not to examine too closely. She writes: The trees are the product. The oil is what the trees produce. She underlines it.

He notices one statue is broken, all that remains is stone pieces. “Sire, I bring you Hector,” Rex says. Rex kneels before the throne. The throne is made from an oak tree found on the battlefield of a ten-year war covered in the blood of the slain. It is a high-back, oak wood that is stained red with the blood of his enemies, studded with jewels along the armrest, with a black cushion forming part of the seat. Once Rex is on his knees, he pulls Hector down onto his knees. Behind the throne is a red tapestry with a living oak tree.

"The Salazars have set a trap!" Bravo bellowed furiously. "We would've fallen for it if we didn't have Mr. Lawrence with us!" Then, turning toward Frank, he asked, "Are those threads…?" Frank was chuckling coolly upon a closer look. "They make up the outermost layer, and it's been laced with the sap of the Araneus Floret. Once you touch it, you'll lose consciousness before you know it, but it won't kill you."

It was a beautiful sight to behold, one I couldn't help but grin at. "This is beautiful," I admitted softly, looking around at all the numerous tiny flowers glowing all around us. "It is," came Alpha Evan's even softer reply and I looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, squirming a little under his intense gaze. "What are all these flowers? I've never seen flowers that could glow like that." "They're called nocte caeruleo. Literally translating to blue night. These are a special type of flowers that glow bright blue when they bloom at the stroke of midnight every fourteen years before they go back to sleeping," Alpha Evan explained, finally looking at

"So, what's wrong? How it'd happened?" "The healing potion manufacture has become quite slow due to the main source of the healing potion being stolen.” "What's it? Yellow Flower?" Cole's eyes bulged as his mouth slack opened. Yellow Flower was a magical wildflower and useful for a healing ingredient. Not many knew about it as not many people knew the exact whereabouts of it. The flower was also located in the highest polluted forest where monsters lurked around and some could be found around the monsters' nests. Hence, it was a valuable item that one could possess.