Bravo Novels & Stories

Ricky scowled, "Jino won't put his hearing aid because of this. We are not fan of guns." "You were saying about Circle." Neal stated, suddenly remembering about their conversation and how it went to tattoos. "Oh yeah! So...we Rendells kind of works like pack." Ricky started, "Hunter is what we can call an Alpha where Kaiden is beta, second in command. And my brother is delta, third in command and we are the warriors." Ricky continued when he found Neal listening intently, "See that ponytail over there?" he pointed at a black haired guy, leaning against a van, his shoulder length beautiful hair tied behind.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

I took a breath, feeling the weight of the moment, and softly said, "Thank you, Alpha, for everything." You're welcome, Michelle," he replied with a warm, steady voice, offering comfort and strength far beyond what mere words could express. As I left the pack house, a sense of reassurance and boosted confidence lingered within me after my conversation with Alpha Raymond. I then made my way home, preparing myself mentally and physically for my upcoming shift at the diner. Suddenly, Nama's voice thundered through the air, filled with anger and determination: "Brian and Brandy should pay for what they did to us!" Her words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder—perhaps seeking reveng

"Next, I'm going to test Brave for everyone to see if it is up to the snuff in handling different emergency situations." The director of R&D took out a flamethrower and aimed it at a staff member who was wearing protective clothing. With a gentle press, a flame shot toward the staff member wearing protective clothing. Brave quickly made its judgment, lunged at the staff, and led him away from the flame. It only let go of him after making sure there was no danger. The staff member stood up unscathed and faced everyone, saying that he was fine and had not been harmed. There was applause from the audience. "With Brave, you don't have to hire a bodyguard. One Brave can take on a hundred men."

sweet. "Bravo..." I repeat, feeling the way that it rolls off my tongue so smoothly. I love it. Bravo growls in approval, liking the way I say it too. I grin widely, in utter excitement, "it's nice to finally meet you." I can't help but mutter when I look into his purple eyes. It's like I'm staring into a galaxy.

"Six targets. They think they're alone." Malik stepped forward, his towering frame moving with a terrifying, silent grace that defied his Earth Nephilim weight. He gripped the edges of the reinforced ventilation grate. With a single, controlled heave, he sheared the steel bolts clean off. There was no screech of metal, only the dull, heavy thud of his hands dampening the vibration. He looked at Lachlan and gave a single, curt nod. "Point Bravo is open," Malik grunted in his deep baritone.

Then Mau broke through, clipped and tight: “All units, be advised—internal contacts confirmed. One drift signal near catering has stopped. Second contact entering Depot Sector Bravo. Detector grid shows Bind vector present—female profile. Bravo nets switch to encrypted. Helmets sealed.” Kim looked up, pulse kicking. “She’s broadcasting.” “Then Jane’s hearing it,” Jake said. “Or feeling it.” They cut into the depot, weaving between vehicles. A line of soldiers hustled past in doubles, heads on a swivel. One corporal lifted a hand to stop them, saw the SASR tattoo on Jake’s forearm, and simply said, “Two signals. One small. One… w

I’d been robbed of the special moment with my mate to celebrate the news; would the other special moments be taken from me too? Shaking off the feelings that had crept up, I stood tall, locking eyes with Connor. “What you got for us, Captain?” “Bravo Team found a car and an SUV inside their building, fresh tracks behind them on the concrete. We will move silently and precisely and work to find an entrance and gain eyes before engaging.”

Brock- I was feeling seriously annoyed and angry. Stephanie's behavior seemed so childish, as if she were a second-grader playing pranks on her classmates. Sure, her pranks were high-tech, but they still felt immature. Despite this, I couldn't help but be impressed by the technology she had created. I realized she could be a valuable asset to my company. I made a mental note to try to convince her to move beyond being an intern and take on a bigger role, perhaps even running the entire company's security department.