Brave Novels & Stories

Merlina's P.O.V I exit the forest, limping on my right ankle as it endured so much pain from falling on rocks and being stabbed by branches. Based on the amount of time I've been running, it seems like it's safe to come out the forest now. I drag my body out of the dark, dead woods as I see a sports car sitting along the road. A smile spreads across my face as I think of freedom and the help I could receive. I walk closer to the car trying the get some help to take me to calabasas but the closer I get to the car the more clear I can see the faces.

“You mean a champion with super-strength like Sam. Is that what you’re saying?” “Correct, everyone here knows they are an elite type of braves. Thanks to their unique ability, every power brave who came to this world had earned their fame. Like your friend, Raid Breaker, here. Ninurta, Maui, Kratos, all the gods of strength had sent their champions, except one.” “And that’s Hercules,” Wilt finished. “Exactly, Captain Madhur here is one of them.” I cast a glance at the Jormungand captain. I never expected to meet another so-called, power brave.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Once I crossed it, there was no going back. But they had already crossed theirs. I sat down on the edge of the vanity and powered on the anonymous phone. The screen lit up quietly, innocent looking, like it had no idea what it was about to be used for. I created a new account from scratch. No name. No picture. No traceable detail. Just another faceless voice in the noise of the internet. I started slowly. Nothing dramatic. Nothing that would raise suspicion too quickly. I posted vague questions first. Ones that looked curious, not malicious. Questions that planted doubt.

" I haven't." “Good." He said with a contented smile. He pulled the bag closer and took out another one. It was metal and it looked heavy. This one was shaped like a tear drop, with a base that was wide and tip that was sleek. “In case you don't like the one that vibrates, this one is for newbies." “I don't want the one for newbies." I said too quickly. “Cristela, your brain doesn't know that vibrations should be going on back there... We could use this one to test the waters and see how you like it, it's easy to pull out and..."

The sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided past me like something out of a movie, its polished body reflecting the morning sun. Every student near the entrance of Westbridge Elite College turned to stare as the car came to a smooth stop in front of the marble walkway. And then he stepped out. Derrick Zach. The billionaire everyone in the country seemed to worship. Owner of half the city’s biggest companies, generous philanthropist, and the man whose face constantly appeared on magazine covers and business channels.

He drops to one knee in front of me and bows his head, I look at both Clay and Bellona puzzled by the man's actions. “Please stand, I am…” He stands and stops me mid sentence. “I know who you are, Alpha. I just never realised you had returned” The stranger says before turning to Bellona “Bellona, apologies” Then to Clayton “My apologies, Alpha we have had quite a few attacks lately and it is breeding season for us” “I understand, I am Alpha Clayton Blackridge of Lobo Sombra, and this is my mate Luna Enyo Burnside,” Clayton says, holding out his hand to the other man. My wolf is purring in the way Clay refers to us as his Luna.

Gamma Beowulf queued me in. " My fellow wolves. I stand before you today as an alpha but also as the child whose parents were betrayed and killed in this pack. I know how you have all fought for justice. I feel your loyalty, your anguish, your turmoil and your fear. I know how the Newmoons had tormented you, maltreated most of you, and my heart bleeds. I cannot erase what has happened in the past or take away your pain, especially your pain of losing your loved ones in the struggle because I too still bear my pain. But I can promise you that I will do everything within my capacity to restore the Luna Eclipse to its glory and avenge the wrongs done to us by the New moons." I said, and they ho

he sobbed into my shoulder. "Who is making you do this Bradley? Tell me and I can help you," I replied. And it's times like this where I think I would have made a better Luna then an Alpha. An Alpha is strong and protects everyone above themselves. An Alpha is a leader and knows all the right things to do to keep their people safe. An Alpha knows how to discipline those who need to be disciplined and how to show mercy to those who have done nothing wrong. An Alpha is someone the people admire, someone the people turn to at a period of crisis in the belief that their Alpha will get them out of that situation.

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