Brook Warriors Novels & Stories

But the one with the most profound reaction was another Dragoria Palace expert, Brooke Knapp. Although known as the top female warrior, Brooke, like all humans, would get injured. Ten years ago, she had suffered a severe injury, and Gunner was the one who treated her. Her injury, one that would normally take years to heal, was completely cured in just three months under Gunner’s care with no lasting aftereffects.

Brooklyn ran inside the tent to get help. A minute later, Bruce, Brandon, and the rest rushed outside to see Nikolas and Ryder still at it, refusing to let go of each other. “Stop you both. Why the hell are you fighting?” sobbed Brooklyn seeing Nikolas’s busted lips and soiled clothes. Although Ryder’s condition was worse, her eyes were blind to his injuries. Soon the men separated them and the guards took a yelling Ryder away. Brandon went with him since obviously, he needed help. Bruce helped Nikolas into the house but he simply shrugged off all help offered.

Judging by the hoes and cutlasses,he could tell that they went to clear grasses from the farm. "Thank you so much Brandon, but who are you? Do you know my sister? You guys seem to know each other!! Brooklyn asked after a while as he smiled. ****** T b c

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

Like she was seeing me clearly for the first time. "Do you know who Damian Brooks is?" she asked suddenly. "No." Short. Direct. Not interested in elaborating. "Mmm. His grandfather and Taylor's grandfather are brothers. The old man is Alpha of the Brookstone Pack. Very powerful connections in the Capital." I gripped my purse tighter. "So what? I already hit him." "You hit him quite well, actually. I've wanted to do that for years." A small smile played at her lips. "This matter will be handled discreetly. Don't stress about it."

“Stop. Please!’ He didn’t hear me, nobody did. The club erupted around them, some of them yelling, shoving, and trying to pull them apart while others pushed them further in like they wanted blood on their boots. Hawk threw another punch, Zander blocked it, snarling, then landed one straight to Hawk’s cheek with enough force to snap his head to the side. “Move aside! Move!” A roar cut through the chaos, deep and commanding enough to freeze my veins. “I said move!” The crowd split before I even saw him. Bear. One of the oldest surviving members. He had thick beard, thicker arms, and a voice that could scare a ghost straight. He walked right into the center of the storm and yanked both men apa

"Because I need to understand what we're dealing with. Your stepfather—this alpha—what's his name?" "Marcus. Marcus Thornwood." Draven's fork paused halfway to his mouth. "Thornwood? The Blackwater Pack?" "You know them?" "I know of them. They're powerful. Ruthless. Thornwood's got connections with half a dozen other packs in the region." He set down his fork. "This is worse than I thought." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring trouble." "Too late for apologies. The trouble's already here." He leaned back, studying me. "Tell me everything. How long has this been going on?"

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

“About?” Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. “What’s going on, Jake? I’ve never heard him this worked up before.” “It’s club business.” “Don’t give me that bullshit!” She was pissed off, but it wasn’t his business to discuss, and even if it was, he wasn’t sure if he’d tell her. “Your brother has beef with Buzzer. They’re both pissed at the Warriors over some territory squabble. That’s what I can tell you.” “He told me. You killed the Night Stalkers and the Warriors took over their territory,” she said.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in