Brida Novels & Stories

he said as he pulled out a chair. “Where’s your manners Brady?” Chase asked him. “Ah yes, this is Corlea, my bonded half. That is Grey Asshole One and that is Grey Asshole two otherwise known as Chase and Ryder, Melissa over there is Chase’s bonded half and I’m sorry I don’t know your date Ryder,” Brady said as we all greeted Corlea. “This is Brenda, and that asshole over there named Brady grew up with us and his father’s a Sire in Wisconsin,” I said.

Another man enters. "This is Glade," Ethan tells me, ruffling the man's hair. "Hi," Glade says, looking at me with confusion. "Who's this?" "It's Jeremiah's mate," Ethan tells him. "Bria." "Ohhhhhh," Glade says. Ethan takes a seat next to me. "So, where are you from, Bria?" "The Great Forest," I tell him. "Oh wow!" "Do you know it?" "Sure. It's beautiful there. I heard the pack's lived their for generations."

Pain shot through me as Christabel, our maid tried to remove the piece of glass stuck in my palm. Tears flowed down my cheek as I gasped for air. I placed my second palm on my face. The thought of something bad happening to Fabio ran across my mind. Knew it won't be easy and that I would suffer more in Lorenzo's hands. Not when Viola and the rest are angry at me.

But this time, it bore a name beneath it: ARIA VALE. The blood was old, crusted over—but the hatred in the way the letters were slashed felt fresh. “They’re not just warning us anymore,” he muttered. “They’re targeting her.” Lena’s expression hardened. “This wasn’t made to intimidate. It’s a declaration.” Brin knelt beside her, pulling a long black feather from beneath a half-burned Crescent standard. “It’s Void-touched,” he said, voice low and quiet. “Not from any beast I’ve tracked. It wasn’t born of these woods.”

NEXT MORNING The mob members stood in the general training ground. Brian ran into the training ground while waving at Sin and maddog who laughed at his silly act. “ If i call you a child now, you’ll try to create volcano with your loud voice” Maddog said with a taunting smile on her face. Brian glared at her ,he slapped her arm and ran to sin's back to hide from maddog. “ I’m not gonna hit you kiddo, that might be considered a child abuse” Maddog said and stuck her lips out at him.

He has her hair and my stubborn frown, and he’s already trying to shift before he can even count to ten. Inside, Valeria is laughing, really laughing, with our eldest, who just brought home a bruised arm and a bruised ego from training. She’s thirteen, fierce, and entirely her mother’s daughter. I hear Valeria call her “little Luna,” and the girl doesn’t roll her eyes. Not once. She was our little surprise from the other realm when we sealed our bond. I guess, in a way, she was our gift from death to make things better. Then came our middle child, who wants to spar with our oldest, instead of Valeria.

Mia said against her hand, but i understood what she was trying to say. “what did she say”Aiden asked “don’t come near me you smell sweet” i whispered into Aiden ear. “what did you say” i said in mock amusement while addressing Mia “nothinf” she said “who are you and why do you look like my grandmother after tasting moms pancake” Aiden said smiling.”the name is Aiden” he added. i sent a weird look to Aiden before turning to Mia “byef” Mia said and turn around to run when she trips, not surprising when she is the most clumsy person i know she trips on air literally, its a surprise she doese’nt trip while fighting.

The girl was adorable. “That is His Majesty’s guest,” William said sternly. “You are not to disturb or offend her.” Bria made a small “oh” sound, then quickly slipped away from his grip and ran back to Myra. “Hi! I’m Bria,” she said brightly. “I’m seventeen, still in school, and I cannot wait to graduate and find my mate. And that old man over there is my papa—very annoying,” she whispered, even though he could clearly hear her.

Because, as absurd as it was, he already missed her. He got into the car and drove to the town bakery for breakfast. “Good morning, handsome,” said Brígida behind the counter, with her usual smile. “Morning, Bri. I’ll have…” he began, stepping closer. “Kibbeh with cheese, lemon, and a tall espresso,” she finished without hesitation. Thomas raised an eyebrow and smiled. “That’s right.” “I already know your tastes,” she said playfully. “Almost like a wife.” He chuckled softly. He liked Brígida. She was a great person, one of those rare people who make you feel at home. She was the niece of Penélope’s father.