Brienne Of Tarth Novels & Stories

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

" She held me as I broke down. Lillian took the money and launched her second venture. This time, she succeeded. Almost overnight, she became one of the wealthiest women in Carrington's elite circles. That was when I met Morgan. The first time Lillian brought me to meet him, she couldn't stop praising him the entire way there. She kept calling him her best friend, so I assumed he was a woman. Only when we sat down did I realize he was a man. Morgan introduced himself with easy confidence. "Nice to meet you. I'm Morgan Sullivan. "I just got back from abroad. Lily and I grew up together, and I'm her closest friend." He emphasized "closest" deliberately. The hostility was obvious.

She pulled out a ribbon and put her hair up in a high ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her chestnut eyes staring back at her, her raven hair put up in a high ponytail just like how Fiachra put her hair up during a battle. When she was young people thought she’s the embodiment of Fiachra, that after centuries Fiachra came back and reincarnated in her body. That was the same reason why she was given the name Morrigan. She picked her bow and arrows, left the room, and walked to the training grounds.

“Good morning, please come closer, I will take your blood for a moment, it’s not that hurt but you can close your eyes if you afraid” The lady says it like she already repeated it as a template for her entire career as a nurse here. Arthur pushed my wheelchair closer to the nurse, his eyes meet my eyes, and he notices the fear within me. He held out his hand to me, trying to calm me down. And I accept his helping hand, hold it so tight to disguise the needle prick in my skin. I remember I hold his hand so tight, really tight ‘till I can feel the warmth of his palm.

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

CHAPTER TEN: WEDDING WAR Eya and Zeth appear by my side in a split second, looking alert and clutching their guns. I discover Uncle Raven defending Belle, Nathan, and surrounding Belle in a circle while holding their weapons rigidly in their arms. I'm being carried by Ethan toward the priest's location. I flipped up my dress, twisted my hand free of his grip, and ran toward Uncle Raven, Father and Belle. Never would I put my family at risk to rescue myself. At least they stand up for the boss with enough loyalty. Hades rushes outside, pushing people aside as he looks through the revolver magazine. Like a gathering storm, his supporters follow him.

I wondered how they treated the master himself! "Good morning,"I greeted back. "Master Vasiliev has sent us to ready you for the departure " Listening well as she spoke, I noted her Polish accent. It was light but still noticeable. "I'm Brienne, this is Anna." Brienne was short with blonde hair and dim blue eyes while Anna was about the same height and had hazel eyes. Anna had tied a blue scarf over her hair but a dark brown lock peeked out whereas Brienne tied her blonde locks in a simple Dutch plait - almost similar to the classic French plait.

"Brienne is my name, and I used a two-bladed sword as my weapon. I know how to use a katana as well, but I prefer a two-bladed sword. " Prince Arthur realized that Brienne was the most beautiful of all of them. Then, seconds before the last Amazonian spoke. "I am Catelyn, kenkonken is what I used in fighting. I can also do hand-to-hand combat as well, Prince Arthur!" And last but surely not the least. "Elora at your service Prince Arthur, I used two lance swords to fight. I am also a magician who can heal wounds. " Prince Arthur widely opened his mouth in shock. "W-what... you are half-magician and a half warrior too?"

The sky overhead was greying with cloud, and the heady perfume of the petrichor released by the earth in promise of rain was sweeter than the other scents of the courtyard – the sweat of the knights in training, the leather, the horse excrement, and the blacksmith’s fire. “Daethie, move!” Tarragon cupped her hands around her mouth and bellowed the order. “Don’t just stand there waiting for the gauntlet to stop for you!” The knights around her laughed and exchanged bets as they joked and vied for her attention. With her golden hair and violet eyes, even clad in armour, Tarragon was an arresting beauty, the delicacy of her features and soft fullness of her lips belying the steely determination

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.