Braveland Book Novels & Stories

"I do." My hands weren't quite steady when I took it. The pages smelled like lavender. The handwriting was elegant, quick, the writing of someone who had a lot to say and didn't want to lose any of it. The early entries were ordinary, good ordinary, the kind that made you understand who someone was before you learned what happened to them. Stories about the palace. Four children who tested every limit available to them. Damien refusing vegetables with the specific stubbornness only small children managed. A smile came out of me before I could stop it. Then the entries changed.

"Don't worry. I will handle all the wedding arrangements myself. I'll make sure it's a grand affair. Our family will never treat you with anything less than the utmost respect." What else could I say? I simply nodded and went along with it. After all, this was exactly what I wanted. The jubilant atmosphere at the Gillan estate stood in stark contrast to the gloom hanging over the Quirrel family. After taking Emily's so-called traditional remedy, Adrian had experienced a brief period of apparent improvement, but his condition soon deteriorated drastically.

"You like that don't you? See? We weren't that bad." He didn't say a word, just stood up and started walking. He didn't retaliate but I saw that small smile as he stride away. ________ The green meadows, dancing of the leaves with the rythmm of the breeze filled my heart with calmness. This could be a picture of a perfect village. Who would have thought that this was indeed a refuge. Yes, everyone here were striving to survive, to continue to exist. They were the last of their kind. And maybe, there were some out there, hiding, afraid to get involve with the war that's going on.

“Is she going to break him? Please say yes.” Lyriel swats them gently. “Behave, or I’ll tell the dryads you’ve been stealing their dew again.” They scatter, laughing like wind chimes. I touch the flower crown they left. It’s warm. Alive. We walk on. Lyriel shows me the library (towers of books bound in night-sky leather), the forges where weapons drink starlight, the stables where shadow-steeds snort violet flame. Everywhere, creatures watch. Some bow.

Kazien growled with dark eyes and it was as if the ground underneath their feet growled with him as everyone felt that little tremble of the ground. Suddenly, the rest of the Sages stood beside him, all of them supporting the look to protect and destroy if needed. “If you touch her, you get through all of us.” Ciel's growl was low and deep. “You can walk out of here with your body intact or your men drag with them your corpse.” Rune continued. Revna almost stepped out but from the corner of her eyes, she noticed Alpha Beta Pete watching her like hawks, waiting for her to make the slightest movement that would implicate them and herself.

The yellow mud slurry was like a wall, crashing down and blanketing everything in its path. Tyler used all the strength in his body to fling me out. By the time I could lift my head, I saw Tyler standing on the exact spot where I had been just now. The mud slurry had already submerged his calves. "Tyler!" He glanced back at me. Through that one brief glance, I saw something in it that I had never seen before. He flashed a smile at me. "Cleo, have I managed to teach you to be brave for once?" My eyes stung.

"If the girl is of royal blood, the glass will hold. If she is a pretender, the glass will vanish." Morgana stood next to him, a cruel smile on her lips. She leaned over and whispered as I passed her. "Goodbye, little weaver. I hope the shards are sharp." I looked at the start of the bridge. My legs felt like jelly. “Walk,” Alaric’s voice commanded in my head. He was sitting on the throne at the other end of the bridge. He looked powerful, but I could feel his hand gripping the armrest so hard the wood was cracking.

It had her thinking about her own wedding and how her mother had burst into tears at the sight of her in her wedding gown. She understood the old woman now. To be honest, the Ghanaian saying, “You’ll grow up to come and meet,” made so much sense now. Isabel pulled away from her mum, and a feeling of shyness suddenly washed over her. Everyone who knew the sixteen-year old knew that she usually had no shame, had no filter. She was the tell-it like it is… the do it like it should be done type. The girl was brave to an alarmingly scary fault, and it was kind of fitting seeing her choose to go to prom as a warrior queen, but someway somehow, her physical responses always did a complete U-turn whe

Alice snarled in disgust. “Have you tried to smooth it out?” Kendra asked with gentle sincerity. “It’s damaged from exposure during the war,” Alice sighed. “I was just an infant and, then, the people who took me in barely cared for my basic needs, let alone try to help me keep my looks. I lived the life of a wanderer. It was a hard life out in the elements with survival always at a precarious level. It wasn’t until I met Arthur and he took me to HOPEVILLE that I knew any type of stability and comfort.”

Riven's nearness and how he almost kissed her seconds ago made her body tingle and she had to take deep calming breathes before she could focus on the story of his sister. "Belinda was a fierce warrior. Strong and powerful. Smart. Very beautiful. She was a born leader. And she ruled the island beside me, even when she had her mate. Things went smoothly for a very long while. Although not for me, because I hadn't found you then" Layla giggled when he playfully pinched her nose. Then she settled against him as he continued. "And then, things turned bad when Brandon and his nest of vampires began making trouble"