Bruja Novels & Stories

Ruby tries to reason with Alexandra, who just faces her with a raised eyebrow. "Kj, if you want to apologize to him. It's your choice. But don't expect me to do the same, because I haven't said or done anything wrong!" Alexandra claims. Meanwhile, Ruby just nods her head calmly. "Why do you hate your own brother so much? Because I find this appalling. It's normal to get a little bit envious, but don't turn into a beast because of that. Look, you know I don't like Juliet, same goes to Madison. But not Rapheal. He is my cousin and your brother. So why cause problem.., "

He was going crazy to see her, so much that he saw her in everything, everywhere. He plucked out his finger and gripped his jaw, dragging her by face to his chest. She, who hadn’t seen it coming, staggered on her footsteps. Her hands fell on his bloodied chest. She immediately retreated. Zebian’s breath laboured when her hands came in contact with his scars. All he could feel was his rose touching him. “Lick that blood on your hands,” Thea gulped dryly and looked at her hands. A thick scarlet substance was coating her palm. She quivered and felt disgusted by the demand he had made out of her. She wanted to repulse back.

the girl lamented. Jeff hugged her tightly. He decided to accept Brizella for who she was, regardless of the fact that she was the child of a werewolf. "So you're still related to Arnanta's daughter?" Jeff asked curiously. Brizella nodded quickly, "Arnanta. You have the same mother but different fathers. Arnanta is indeed a princess and I am not," she replied quietly. The man knew that Brizella was conflicted, especially when her mother told her to join the war.

Cobra regarded him for a while and sighed, "I'm sorry about your father. He was already dead when I arrived at the scene." "I know," Bryce gritted his teeth. "I also know who killed him and I want her dead. No matter what it costs, she must die." "Queen Scorpion?" Cobra asked. Bryce nodded, "How did you know?" "You were mumbling her name in your subconscious state. But she is just one little girl. How was she able to bring down the Wild Stallions? I still find it hard to believe," Cobra explained. "She had help," Bryce replied. "I want them all dead; every single one of them should be killed."

She rubbed the part of her neck that had been bruised. "Damn it! Why won't you just die already?" He stomped his foot angrily on the floor like a child, pouting. Nyx adjusted her footing, ready to attack, "I think your brain is too slow to realize that you cannot kill me. Not that easily, I'm an hunter you twat!" She rubbed her chin as if lost in thoughts, "oh wait you're dead, so I guess your brain is too. Am I wrong?" She chuckled.

"Just get it over and done with." Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned her head away and offered her upturned palm. The cut was more painful than she'd expected. She sucked in a sharp breath as the pain flashed up her arm, determined not to cry out as Kiaan had just been teased for doing. "What now?" she asked, watching Damien swirl his pewter goblet. It was decorated with skulls, dragons, and symbols, and like most of the items in his room, looked like he'd bought it from some cheap eBay goth shop.

“A pretty merman! Now I’m satisfied.” Ellaine saw how Caeruleus struggled out of the whip. “Caeruleus! Stop you beast!” She reached for a stone and threw it to their direction but it was useless. A witch from the banshee clan launched a spell before the monster was completely gone. They were all stricken. Tranjie had never been so dilapidated and the Bronithe was intentionally ruined. Women and children cried of fear while men were irked by the sudden turn of events. “Don’t loose hope, my friends.” Queen Aera raised her voice, “The end is still nigh.”

he said, giving the photograph to the bouncer to pass to the man opposite him. His black eyes followed the bouncer till he reached him and he took the photograph from him, looking at it, he was surprised at what he saw but his reaction wasn’t seen on him. In the photo was a light brown haired woman with sparkling blue eyes. A full heart-shaped red lips, a natural defined pointed nose and long sexy eyelashes. He looked up at the man, “Drago Moonstone’s daughter.”

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

I stood there for a moment, listening — to the scrape of roots shifting against rock, to the faint hiss of air moving through unseen cracks — my skin tightening beneath my clothes. When I finally stepped inside, the chill bit immediately, seeping through my boots as they slid against slick stone, the walls close enough to brush my shoulders, the cave pressing in as if it were aware I had entered. And... there was the Bruja. Seated near a low fire, crushing leaves between her palms. The sound was soft but steady: green pulp, wet, methodical. Smoke curled lazily toward the cave ceiling, carrying the sharp, herbal sting of something medicinal.