Brazen Novels & Stories

The Bone Crown fragments grew almost too hot to hold. The Guardian stared in disbelief. "The old trial..." Elian whispered the words as though speaking them too loudly might awaken something worse. "I thought it had been destroyed." "What trial?" Cassian asked. Before anyone answered, the nearest Warden finally moved. It stepped forward with surprising grace for something so massive. Its bronze armor was scarred by countless battles, and deep cracks ran across its chest where stone still clung to the metal beneath. When it stopped before Cassian, it planted the tip of its sword on the floor.

He separated from the shadows without a single branch snapping. Bastian Crowne was taller than anyone I had ever seen. His shoulders filled the space between two pines, and the scars across his jaw and throat were silver in the starlight. His hair was short and black, and his eyes burned gold even in the dark. Not the amber flash of a partial shift. Solid, steady gold. He wore no coat. The cold didn’t seem to touch him.

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

The sun dipped low, drenching the driveway in hues of orange and crimson as Alexander and I stepped out of the Blackthorn pack house. The weight of the tense meeting clung to the air, but Alexander strutted beside me as if he hadn't a care in the world. Confidence radiated from him—the kind that screamed Alpha. Broad shoulders, sharp blue eyes that practically sliced through you, and that maddening, smug smirk etched across his face. His dark hair, with just the faintest hints of silver, caught the fading light. Arrogance practically dripped off the man.

he groaned while her pussy twitched from the sound, subconsciously revealing how much she liked it. As her mind was blown up, down, and sideways, it was suddenly blown to a secret only she knew, and if Adonis found out, she would be dead. Adonis two other brothers, could be said to be the carbon copy of Adonis. Gorgeous facial features to die for, body of Greek gods. The second brother, Arthur, is twenty-four, while the last is twenty-two. The three with their different charms. But there is one thing about...

The air at the top obviously suits you. Bridget was on the thin side of slender. She had a huge mane of chestnut-coloured hair and very dark green eyes, set in a rather small, slightly pinched face. Her skin was tanned. She had never been seen wearing anything but white, with white accessories and hundredweights of gold jewellery, necklaces, bracelets, brooches and rings. Today she was wearing a white safari suit, white highheeled shoes with a gold motif set on the toes, and a large gold medallion dangling down between her rather small breasts.

I struggled against the twines of magic binding me but they only got tighter. “Do you mean to say that…..” “Yes, I was born under the Lupus constellation.” With those words he raised his hand revealing the golden bracelet, “I am sure you recognize this.” Valence's eyes widened in shock, “If you are Evaan, then that boy….” Evaan shrugged, “Ora lied to you and you fell for it.”

I heave and wipe dripping sweat off my forehead. I motivate myself. I've gotta be strong. I need be strong and scale through every challenge so as to achieve my long desired, Kenbridge dreams. Bridgette and the Luna queen are not excluded from the death stares. Their blazing eye's withholds extreme terror. Excessive terror to force pee off one's bladder. Bridgette's double coloured eyes glows. Her right dark yellowish colored beta eyes and left light yellowish colored tigress eye's. Well they're scary but wouldn't be her first nor final threat to me.

Pure black with a coat that gleamed like oil in the moonlight. She stood seventeen hands tall, muscles rippling beneath her skin. When I approached, she turned her head to study me with intelligent dark eyes. "She was bred for war," Draven explained, running his hand along her neck. "Strong enough to carry a fully armoured warrior. Fast enough to outrun most wolves. And smart enough to navigate a battlefield without guidance." He helped me mount, his hands steady on my waist as he lifted me into the saddle. The world looked different from up here. Powerful. Free. "Hold the reins loosely," Draven instructed. "Nightshade knows these forests better than most wolves. Trust her to keep you safe."

He slammed the phone shut, fury twisting his face. “Whoever brings her down gets five million!” The remaining men roared with excitement, blades gleaming. Briella tore a strip from her shirt and wrapped her bleeding leg. Blood smeared her hands—crimson against ivory. The contrast was stunning. But in her eyes? There was no fear. Only fire. ***