Brave New World Bernard Novels & Stories

Bernard smiled as the boys behind him raised their guns up ready to fire, the other men also raised theirs in alert. "Let there be no war amongst us, just give us what is ours and we will leave" the strange man spoke again. "Look at where you stand, it's painted with the blood of your men, I think you don't stand a chance" Bernard mocked. Bernard knew that the man in front of him was a rookie because why would he not want war, he could tell he didn't know who Alberto was. Bernard signalled and once again shots were fired, each man searching for an hiding place.

Bernard is having a good time at the party. Laborn felt that Atlas was a little out of his mind right now. "Really? Then turn on the video camera and let my son talk to me! If he's with you, I'll punish myself because of how disrespectful I was today. However, if my son is dead, you need to explain the situation to me!" Laborn finally understood something after hearing what Atlas had said. Huh? What happened to Bernard? He's dead! Don't say that you don't know about this!

“I promise I’ll take of the tribe…I’m so sorry Bernard…” Bernard released his breath like he was waiting for Joseph’s promise and he never sucked in another breath again. Bernard was dead.

he shook his head in disbelief as he looked around from where he froze. “How the fuck did I get here?” he panicked, sweat was starting to break out from his back. He was scared. “Oh you never left” A gruff voice responded, he turned sharply to where the voice came from and he saw Bernard standing far from him in a glass covered room with his hands behind his back and his eyes widely opened with a deadly smirk. Bernard was staring at him with murderous intent; he had the hunger of a wild animal. The hunger for power, for the successful beast and he wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.

“Say the truth and I’ll spare your Luna? How about that, eh? Fare isn’t it?” Ophelia watched Bernard shudder at the words. His reaction made it worse for her not to believe Dustin. All this time Bernard has been silent. He wasn’t agreeing, but he wasn’t protesting either. The Alpha hesitated. Ophelia never saw Bernard hesitate before. He always stood tall and proud, composed no matter what the world threw at him. However, Dustin was slowly tearing those walls down.

"Dude… Can I call you dude? Why'd you go liking that comment?" Bernard was an emotionless statue next to Yahir's agitated figure. It took him a moment before he icily replied, "My bad." Yahir stared at Bernard, dumbfounded. 'Un-like it if it was a mistake,' he thought. However, Bernard strolled into the training room with his phone tucked away. He stopped short at the entrance and asked Yahir, "Mr. Lewis, we haven't made a deal with Skylandia yet, have we?"

“That seems to be the popular opinion.” Ali shook his head. “No one deserves this. Not even an animal.” Bernard exhaled with a blank face. “It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. But this time… this time, I told him it was the last.” Oliver raised an eyebrow. “And what did he say?” Bernard let out a bitter laugh. “He didn’t say anything. I guess he was too shocked.” Ali leaned forward. “So, what now?” Bernard looked toward the ceiling, as if searching for an answer. “Now? I have to recover first and then I figure out my next move.”

Emory Bernard looks a mix of horrified and furious. His gray eyes are wide, and he stares at me dumbstruck for a full minute before he lunges. Dr. Martin and Helga grab him before he can get off the bed. They push him down, and Bernard is no match for their superior vampire strength. It doesn’t help that he’s lost a lot of blood and is malnourished. “You have to get rid of it!” Bernard yells. “You can’t keep that thing inside of you!”

the secretary asked. Bernard held out one finger and said, “One word, poison!” “Poison?” “Exactly, similar to how Eveline was created, I want to use poison on this child as well. I want to poison this child with the same poison that we poisoned Daniel and Giovani with.”

Bernard POV I stood outside Elena's penthouse apartment building with two garbage bags containing everything I owned in the world. My clothes, a few personal items, and the business cards of people who used to respect me before my life fell apart. That was it. That was all that remained of Bernard Fredrick's empire. "You're pathetic," Elena had said an hour ago, not even looking up from her laptop as she spoke. "I gave you a chance to be useful, and instead you turned into a whining, useless boy who can't even handle simple business tasks."