Brazen Novels & Stories

His voice, once gentle and reassuring, now commanded attention, cutting through the room with an unwavering authority and a sort of anger that made me feel as if he was a different person. I watched in astonishment as Tau, with a stern expression on his face, addressed his cabinet with an unwavering determination. His words were sharp and precise, each sentence carrying weight and consequence. The ruthlessness in his tone sent shivers down my spine, contradicting the image I had formed of him.

But the difference in strength made all my try meaningless. Daniel is using more and more strength, and my hand is starting to shake because of the pain. I thought for sure my arm would break. This is the first time I've been exposed to this kind of rough treatment. Daniel let out and shoved my hand aside. My body wobbled because I suddenly lost my balance. I held my trembling wrist while watching Daniel's back. I looked down at my wrist, bruises were also starting to appear. Even though he didn't know what happened, it made Daniel so angry. But the person standing in front of me now and the person I saw the night before. Not sure if it's the same person or not?

Unfairly so. Wings of crimson and bronze shimmered faintly behind him, half unfurled like he couldn’t be bothered to put on a show, but still wanted you to know he could burn you to ash with a yawn. His skin was bronzed like he’d been kissed by the sun itself, his hair the color of a wildfire, and his eyes—sharp and molten—watched me with a mix of disdain and boredom. “Collin.” Kensavion drawled, his voice dry as dust and rich as aged wine. “How lovely. I didn’t realize we were collecting broody monarchs today.”

"Buckle up! You'd better arm yourself with nerves of steel. Aaron's lifted the ban on shifting." The mention of his name brought back that sharp stab of painful betrayal, but I decided to keep this information about our bond to myself for a while, maybe forever. I raised my eyebrows in a mix of surprise and curiosity. "What does that mean?" Braxton smirked and said, "Well, it means you'll probably see quite a few bears wandering around. Stay alert."

His pale, skeletal face made his large frame look even more menacing, his steel gloves gleaming under the light. He had braids tied on his head with small bells attached, and he looked like he was here for nothing but trouble. His face was pale and so gaunt that there was not an ounce of flesh on him. However, his bone structure was exceptionally large, easily broad enough to make Harold and Elijah seem small beside him. He also wore gloves on his hands, but these were not iron ones. Instead, they were made of steel. This was Hakeem Brennan, another assassin from the western deserts. His appearance was nearly identical to the killer Andrew had just faced, except his braids were more numerous

“Oh? Do you people know who we are? The Brazen glared coldly. “Since you know that, then you should know that no weapon can even go against them! “You are nothing before our eyes! Then, the Brazen squinted at Harvey. “Grovel as an apology! “Let Aryan do as he pleases to you! “I’ll let this one slide if you do! “But if you don’t, then I can’t promise you a safe passage to the afterlife!” The Brazen stomped on the ground before his whole body gleamed like the sun.

She pulled out a brush tipped with cinnabar and crushed jade. Caleb, predictably, ignored her. His instinct to protect surged like a tidal wave, his eyes flashing a brilliant, molten gold as he positioned his massive frame between Scarlett and the encroaching shadow. He let out a low, guttural growl—a sound so primal it seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards of the skyscraper.

I asked her what was in it and she said “things to keep our mouths busy.” When we reached the gym and went to the pool, I showed Nahlela the changing rooms but she didn’t even bother going there to change. She shimmied out of her clothes revealing her wine red bikini. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her body was perfect and the piercing on her belly button was everything. The bikini was beautiful but her body made it sexy and appealing. Runway models had nothing on her. Victoria secret models had nothing on her even Alexa Turner’s models had nothing on her. This was a sight I would welcome seeing every day. I could even buy three hundred and sixty-five bikinis for her to model for me every

Revna abruptly came to a stop in the middle of the hall and her cold eyes met the concerned ones of Rune, a glowing shade of violet. She gulped. “I'm fine,” she uttered then walked past him but he grabbed her wrist, it was like a wave of electricity crashed through her veins at his touch and just as quickly, she whipped her hand from his grip and bared her teeth at him, eyes flaring a brighter color of anger. Rune regained from his shock and stepped back, lifting his hands in surrender. “Hey, you don't have to bare your teeth at me, I was only trying to help,”

Her black hair was braided straight down and reached the curve of her back. "You know staring is rude." Illiad said putting her knife down and turning to look at him. "Tell me, love, what's on your mind?" She asked and Weaver let out a sigh, "Alex is worried about us being attacked by rouges, I don't blame him but we haven't seen a single rouge since we've gotten here."