Brave Merida Novels & Stories

This was what my gut had been warning about. A tiny woman stood in our living room. Wild red curls that spoke of a fiery nature and a sharp tongue were matched with sky-blue eyes that pierced into my soul with the barest of glances. Were it not for her modern clothes, I would have assumed she was the real life equivalent of Merida from the Disney movie Brave.

I didn’t want Patricia seeing me as weird. “I’m so sorry, Celeste. It-It’s just that I didn’t think you needed me again. As a good warrior then, you could fight any wolf flawlessly without the help of your own wolf.” Merida revealed with a gentle expression. It had been a long while since I had seen her so vulnerable.

But Cassiopeia is indeed a strong girl – very brave. “What happened, Nonna? How did my twin ended up in this condition?” “It might not be related with the mafia organizations, Meda. It was reported that Cassi is a victim of bullying at school.” I looked at them, surprised. “What? A victim of bullying?” Grandmother nodded. No, that can’t be. She knows how to fight and protect herself. She can’t let anyone mistreat her. Is this what her overflowing kindness and pureness had brought her? Near death?

He seems so excited as he took a sip from his black coffee and set it down. "I had to dig further and.." He paused making sure I was paying attention to him ,which obviously I was. " The investigation led me from Frostclaw Pack to Stormfang pack." I blinked once trying to understand where he was headed. Seeing my confusion ,the excitement grew in him and he continued. " So I learnt that Merida's mother is originally from Stormfang pack and she was the daughter of an Alpha." I straightened and things were beginning to get a whole lot interesting. Truth be told I was actually bored with everything happening around me and I was expecting him to give me the same ' Merida's uncle and aunt hated h

I was foolish to think they'd automatically get along, and I wonder if it was wise to do this to Mercy. "More like I demanded to come, and your—I cannot believe I'm about to call him this—Prince Charming made it happen with my dad's blessing." Mercy looks me up and down. "Marie, you look beautiful. And I have something for you from my father." Mercy reaches into her leather tote bag. But before she can give me anything, she's tossed to the ground by a Bratva guard posing as a bridesmaid. Another rushes over, drawing her gun and pointing at Mercy. The small package is ripped out of her hand, and Mercy starts to swear between her moans.

I informed Merida. “You listen and you listen well. Millicent may be coming, but feeling sorry for yourself won’t help anyone. You get up, and you be brave and you fight. Fight for what is right, and you fight with everything you’ve got.” I nodded my head as I wiped my nose on my sleeve. Which makes Merida grimace. “I got your back,” she tells me. Causing me to smile. I had only met her a few days ago and not she is willing to protect me. She’s amazing.

“I saw it happen, Nergal. That night I fell into the water… it was like I was watching another time unfold. I saw Merida.” My head snapped towards her, “Merida?” “Yes.” I clenched my jaw. “You saw them both?” “Yes,” she said again, her voice firm but puzzled. Then she frowned. “How do you know them?” I hesitated. How did I even begin to explain? “Melissa was Merida’s elder sister. A white witch—one of the strongest of her time. She was calm, wise… until she was killed.” “No,” Azirah whispered, shaking her head. “She wasn’t killed. She chose to die. She took her own life… and the life of her child. she lost all hope.”

His rich, dark skin was flawless, and his thick hair was braided into neat cornrows. "I'm Mide Evans. Richard's assistant." His Nigerian accent was strong, lacing his English. "I help coordinate logistics and manage vendor contracts." Then the woman stepped forward, standing tall, beautiful, and composed. "Ellen Meridian," she said. "I handle financial planning and resource allocation. I also serve as treasurer for the pack's social affairs division." Her tone was curt, and though her expression was calm, I could sense she was studying me… measuring what kind of Luna I might be.

“You should have seen the dark look Scott gave me yesterday. His eyes were filled with darkness. He wasn’t himself.” “Darkness can get in our heads,” Kay breathed, staring down at her hands. “Easily.” “It would make sense,” Sarah said, looking at me. “I mean, why else would Brody, a wolf, drink blood and eat a heart.” “Was Merida a virgin?” Kay asked, surprising all of us. “What?” I asked, raising my brows at her. “I never saw her with a guy,” Sarah shrugged. “So, probably. But why does that matter?”

Twenty years have passed since then and just look at Magdalena! The young, naive, inexperienced, wild girl has become a real woman. But leaving our biased opinions aside, do you remember where we left Magdalena? After committing some of the most terrible crimes imaginable, she left her homeland, Bostana, and made her way to a small European country known for its medical innovations. There, her daughter underwent several highly successful operations and her face was completely reconstructed. Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past.