Brave Frontier Vargas Novels & Stories

After I acquired the power of Vuitton, it took me centuries to find Varga who apparently is the last Galvan in existence. According to what the vampyres and witches refer to as ‘The Chronicles’, Galvans became the most rare creatures to ever walk the surface of this earth before finally dying off leaving Varga as the last. They were gifted with different abilities and took the shape and form of different beasts and were so unique compared to all other supernatural creatures. Varga took the shape and form of what humans on earth know to be a sabre-toothed tiger.

He stamped his hand against the pillar and it shook, letting lose plaster and dust particles from the ceiling. "Is that right?" Tanky spoke, getting up from the bench and facing Bravo. Tanky was a warrior from the neighboring town of Bram. "And who are we going to war with, brother, these human-things none of us can even see? In case you did not know, Keratin barely escaped with his life, the same goes for you as well, chief. . ." He jerked his head to Janga who had been silent the whole time as they ranted. "The same goes for you, brother." He said, acknowledging Galieel who sat staring balefully at him. "And let's not also forget you were there as well, Verag."

Alejandro walked in first, Aria right beside him, her fingers lightly grazing the knife strapped to her thigh. A lone figure stood in the center of the room, his silhouette illuminated by the flickering overhead light. Emilio Vargas was a tall man, his frame lean but strong. His face was sharp, his expression unreadable. A scar ran from his left eyebrow down to his cheeka reminder of a past betrayal, one that Alejandro knew all too well. "Alejandro De La Cruz," Vargas drawled, his voice smooth as silk. "Didn’t think I’d see you again."