Novel & Cerita Brave

‘What could she be possibly talking about? “And what might that be, sister dear?” A handsome brunette man asked in a playful tone. He had dark chocolate wavy hair that was combed back with hair gel. His skin was a lighter shade of Zeus’ skin. His bright shiny teeth complimented his mismatched light blue and golden eyes. “Her alpha and her powers, of course.” Selene looks at her brother. “Her alpha tried to kidnap her, so what?” The young guy shot right back at his sister.

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

Her voice was barely above a croak and she had to clear it a couple times to be understood as she kept her eyes averted. "Sorry." She apologized again when he didn't say anything, which prompted her to look at him. She looked up at his great height, her neck straining backwards as she got caught by the stranger's eyes. She wasn't too numbed by life to admire his beauty and that was before she even had time to take in the rest of him, which she did now that she could think clearly again. He had the most amazing silver eyes she'd ever seen. She didn't think humans had eyes that color. Maybe they were contacts, yeah that had to be it. Whatever they were they were amazing, especially with his re

“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.

Seeing her from afar standing by the roadside triggered memories of the night I had sighted her at the horsemen fountain, looking so much like my Brianne. The only issue was that, just like how Jordan had fancied Brianna's wolf, he was beginning to have a strong liking towards... What did she call herself? I think Emily. And he had attacked me from within when I had lied to Emily about my name being Adam. I had a strong reason to lie, if I told the truth, she'd probably run away from me and report to her pack that the Ripper almost killed her. But now, being Adam makes things different.

“I know, right. I definitely choose the painful thing you’ve told someone.” I take another bite of my burger. I almost let out a moan since it’s my very first meal for the day. “Why?” “I have listened to many stories where people being victims. I want to see the sides of villains. How and why did they do something cruel to another?” I laughed, “you are such a psychopath.” “It’s not wrong to see things from different side, bro.”

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?