Braveland Book Novels & Stories

Sloane's parents sold her to a billionaire who loved her sister. On their wedding night, he whispered her sister's name. Then he locked her outside in a storm. She left for dead. She returned as a queen. Now he stands frozen at a gala, watching her accept an award. Two children hold her hands. One of them has his jaw. He does not know they are his. He does not know the woman he truly loves is the one he destroyed. And he does not know that her sister who became his wife is hiding a secret that will shatter every single one of them.

“My place is at Beyla’s side.” It occurred to her belatedly that the two of them hadn’t been introduced. Was it her place to do so? If not, then whose? “Aunt Astrid, this is Kaan, Emperor of the Desert Lands. My saviour from those two ruffians,” she added, blushing. The shield maiden grunted. “You are certainly a daughter of Miriam,” she said. “Ruffians? I’d have said bastards.” The Emperor threw back his head and laughed.

"That wasn't me Venus. That was mother. The moon goddess herself." "What did she mean, find the answers to who and what we are?" "Your guess is as good as mine girl. But I'm okay with searching for these answers and not being tied up by a bond for a year." "Jewel we need to play like we don't feel him. Like we know he isn't our mate." "You handle the boy, I'll handle the wolf." Jewel replied quickly Once the bond is felt by both people, their wolves could communicate. I knew how she was going to handle the wolf. She was going to ignore him.

"Kelda would like you to have this. It is very old, a history of our people. We hope it will help." Liv didn't move for several breaths, but finally stepped forward and took the book from Brodi's outstretched hand, careful not to touch him. The book itself tingled in her fingers and she almost dropped it in surprise. The book clutched tightly to her chest, she stepped back. "We are here…I am here for whatever you need," Brodi told her, holding his arms out to his sides. Liv bit her lip as she regarded him – like some kind of Viking warrior presenting himself to her as tribute. Her insides quivered, but she refused to submit to this insane pull she felt for him. It's not real. Just get out of

When Rosa saw Brawen, she was overjoyed, dropped the book she was reading, and almost stroked Brawen: "Fortunately you are okay, Brawen" Brawen smiled brightly: "I'm fine. Is Rosa reading a book?" Rosa put the book "One Thousand and One Nights" on the desk drawer, her eyes a little longing: "The human world in the books you lent me is so beautiful, I also want to go there, especially the France" Rosa sighed: "I am not as strong as you, if I go out in the sun, I will be burned to ashes and disappear forever". Brawen suddenly shouted: "I..

' His wolf tried to explain to him. Adrian who's been quiet ever since Elara left hastily ran outside the pack house. He followed her scent and came to the rear garden where Elara was standing, admiring the night sky. There was no way he would let her go when deep down he felt strong for her. He found her in the rear garden, thankfully. "When I first arrived at Braveland, I didn't admire the night view. It was not as vibrant as it seems in Marheen. But I must say that my judgement was wrong. From here it seems I can even touch the stars." She perceived his presence and talked to him.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

I say, pointing to the copy of Alice in Wonderland she’s clutching against her chest. Grace hands the book over with a nod. “Thanks,” I say. As quietly as I can, I scale the back of the punch stand. There’s a bench between the stand and Bea. If I can just get there… There’s only one option. Even though I know I look like a total fool, I open up the book, thanking my lucky stars that it’s such a large edition. I hold it up, shielding my face as I walk blindly towards the bench, eyes on the ground to avoid tripping.

He cut the call without another word. THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The iron gates of the Bratva’s Empire loomed ahead, black and towering, the Morozov crest carved into steel. Armed guards stood at each side, rifles in their hands, faces blank masks. As Mikhail’s car rolled closer, the beams of its headlights caught the silver edge of their weapons. The gates creaked open with deliberate slowness, metal groaning as though even the compound itself acknowledged the weight of who was arriving.

A small copper pot was in the middle of the flames, and Vallia placed a ring-shaped branding iron in it. “Blue Thunder, you may not have been raised among us, but you are a full-blooded mage well-versed in our laws and traditions. You know why I am here with agent Vallia Bilard,” said Vectan, looking at Coralis before turning his attention to Frank and Vallia.