Brave Frontier Noxa Novels & Stories

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

“Your parents at least had the sense to run.” "Vera—" I was already moving. The rogue shifted as I came through the trees. Large, scarred, with one eye clouded over and a hulking build. He grinned with a wolf’s mouth of glistening white teeth. Nox was burning at the edges of my vision. I could feel her pressing to come forward, to shift, to do all the things I'd spent years keeping locked down. I let her push closer than I ever had, just close enough that my fingers came out clawed and my teeth felt too sharp.

In other words, avoid shedding blood as much as possible because the V more blood I shed the weaker Leon get. Osborn reported with the rest of my warrior’s and they bowed in respect. ‘Leon?’ I called my wolf ‘I’m ready Ivan. I’ll tear them apart !” He yelled . ‘Rowan?’ I mind link my Beta ‘Ready as hell baby’ he saiy joking Who the hell jokes at matters like this? Rowan of course. “Let’s go!” I declared.

We’re either getting answers today, or a fuck load more questions. The front door is already open when I walk into the foyer, and Nova Volkova walks inside. Shorter than Camellia, blonde hair, crescent moon mark below her eye and a circular gem in the middle of her forehead. It always surprises me how different to other witches she is. For one, she’s completely bubbly. “Nero! You haven’t changed at all, I see. Still broody,” she says as she approaches me with her hand outstretched. She has a few years on me, but she could seriously pass for someone younger than me.

Eyes which I promised would never shed a year from the pains of war. I crunched to their level and gave them a smile of my own. Their mothers sat in front of their playground, watching their children wrap their little arms around the feet of the queen of war. They knew not to be scared of me. I would never be that person in front of these children. Aunty Regina. I turned to the little girl with open eyes, giving her the courage to speak in front of her peers. What is the matter, sweetie? Noella has a bubu. I do not!

Breakfast, like yesterday's lunch, is uncomfortable, although Clarisse tries to converse with Selene from time to time to ease the hostile atmosphere her mother has been creating since she arrived at the pack. After breakfast, Connor, just like yesterday, takes her to see other places in the pack, specifically the most important buildings that are part of Redwood Wolves. It's only now that she learns Connor owns a significant textile company in North America, the one that collaborates with her father's company in Tierra de Pinares.

“She’s an exceptional warrior, and the scar on my chest is proof of it. A true leader respects any rival stronger than themselves. Even if it’s someone they once underestimated.” “Dad! You’re siding with that bitch wolf?!” Amanda cried, her voice cracking as tears welled in her eyes. “She tricked everyone—she’s nothing but a manipulative schemer!” “Watch your mouth, Amanda!” Derek thundered. “Ella is my Luna—and I won’t let anyone disrespect her, especially you!” Derek’s eyes flared with fury. His wolf surged beneath his skin, claws extending, teeth sharpening. Anyone watching could feel it—his wolf would tear apart anyone who insulted Ella.

Her breath hitched, and her legs faltered as the faint echoes of her mother’s screams mingled with the falling of debris. “Xenia,” Nova’s voice rumbled in the back of her mind, firm but soothing. “They did this on purpose. Fight through it. Breathe.” Xenia gritted her teeth, drawing strength from Nova’s presence as she struggled to keep moving. The warriors exchanged glances but said nothing, their grip tightening to keep her moving. Nova’s presence swirled protectively around her, her voice muttering reassurance along the way.

Nox's voice carried over the din of the rain, a smirk evident in his tone. “I can handle myself, thank you very much." He raised an eyebrow, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. "I'm sure you can." I chanced a glance at Eric, who seemed utterly unbothered by the downpour. Finally, in the distance, I saw a faint glow—light coming from the old watchtower, likely from a fireplace, if they had one going inside. I leaned toward Nox. “What’s the plan?” “It's simple," he murmured. "Eric and I go in first. You stay back and—"

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth