Brave Frontier Vargas Novels & Stories

Aranjo felt a strong wind, her body retreated backwards and she held her gaze with her hands. Aranjo didn't want dust to get into her eyes. The evil spirits that had been following Aranjo immediately disappeared feel the presence of Griffin. At once, the strong wind no longer blows but Aranjo feels something is in front of her. Aranjo lowered her hands and slowly opened her eyes. Aranjo jumped back and fell down, Aranjo's eyes widened to see the creature in front of her.

He hooked Wilt, Li, three Grendel warriors, and three Green Bit hunters around each arm. I knelt down, and Raja stepped both of his heavy feet on my palm. I stood up, lifting the giant above the ground, like an ant carrying a crumb many times its size — it was so surreal. The third phase of our plan was sending ten braves as vanguards. I threw all nine of them toward the hilltop, then I sky-jumped in pursuit. I was the tenth.

(Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up. Jack smirked before placing his hand as the small of my back leading me towards a door to the building. He nodded at the man guarding the door referring him to open it. I analyzed the guard, seeing as he had a bulletproof vest on his chest and an Ak-47 strapped to him. I quickly looked away as I continued walking forward. The inside was absolutely beautiful, mesmerizing even but I knew I had to stay focused and remember my way in if I had any chance on getting out.

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN 1 SALT BRACED HIMSELF, centered his weight, and began to clamber to his feet. Slowly. First one, then the other. He looked toward the treeline as he did, saw the front end of the Chevy Blazer glinting there like silvery, lupine fangs, its chrome-plated steel grille guard catching light. A shudder wrenched through him. Still he rose, forcing himself erect, the war ax in his left hand.

He was an egoistic son of a bitch, and it made my mouth water in desperation to suck his dick. “I have an asset that nobody else has. Vincenzo banished himself from the colony. I have everything ready to storm that territory. Why would I need you?”, he said, looking at me. I swallowed a mouthful of nothing and mentally prepared myself for whatever would happen after I said the next words. “You need me because you are underestimating Manuel, and that is a big mistake”, I blurted out. He blinked and moved back a little. “Manuel is just a beta”, he scoffed at me.

Chapter 1 – Ravina's POV Help From The Neigboring Pack The cold wind tousled my fur as I padded between the trees. The border was quiet, but I knew I wasn't supposed to take a chance. The packs didn't get along. There was no food around, and everyone was nervous. I was the only female warrior in my pack. My wolf came late to me, but she was a fierce one. Our bond would be weak at times, but I had worked harder than all the rest to claim my place.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

Hugo walked down the stairs and sauntered towards Gabriel. “Juan Varga,” Gabriel introduced the young man and Varga bowed. He stood five foot five and wore a formal black suit on his slender frame. His long hair was tied behind his head. The colored floral tattoos creeped out of his collar. There were numerous scars on his face. It took a single glance for Hugo to understand that the humble and disciplined man in front of him was as crazy and ruthless as it gets when the time demanded. The small army awaited his orders.