Bryn Greenwood Books Novels & Stories

"Take good care of him, please. He's one of my treasures." "Okay." Brayden nodded, taking berry away from me. "Hi berry. I'm Brayden." "So, what story do you want me to read to you?" "Alice in wonderland!" He grinned widely, hugging berry as tight as he could." "Okay," I laughed. "Hold on, let me get that book outside." I walked out of my room and met mom on the way out. "Reading Brayden a bedtime story?" She asks. I nodded. "Honestly, Brayden is such an angel. Lucas however..." she sighs as she shook her head.

The scent of home lingered in the air—leather, a whisper of pine, and something delicate, something I couldn’t quite place but recognized as hers. The coat fell from my shoulders, draping itself over the nearest chair without a care. The tension in my neck demanded relief, yet the sight of the door slightly ajar down the hallway held me captive, unyielding. A narrow beam of light crept out, casting a faint glow on the shadowy ground. I had no desire to see it. But my feet moved me ahead regardless, silent and deliberate, like a hunter closing in on its target. I cracked the door just wide enough to take a look inside.

For Liza, the sensation was a physical weight against her chest, as if she were wading through the pressurized depths of someone else’s nightmare, a dream shaped by cold calculation, stolen innocence, and a power that had never been taught the concept of mercy. The trees leaned inward, their massive trunks bowed at unnatural, agonizing angles. They weren’t broken by wind or age; they were bent, their upper branches knitting together overhead like the clasped, pleading hands of a congregation in prayer. The leaves, a sickly, vibrant green, trembled even in the stagnant air, shivering as though they were eavesdropping on the dark secrets moving far beneath the soil. And the ground… the ground

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

But in Bryer’s chest, it was thunder, loud and chaotic and impossible to ignore. He shifted his weight, glanced down at the book again as if to reassure himself it was still real. The Sky Beneath Our Feet. That was the one. The out-of-print novel Raegan had mentioned weeks ago over lukewarm coffee and crumpled napkins at the diner down the street. He remembered the way she’d leaned forward as she talked, elbows on the table, hands moving animatedly like she was trying to pull the memory closer. She’d lit up, eyes bright, voice warming as she explained how she’d stumbled across a battered library copy in high school and had been chasing that feeling ever since.

The air felt heavier now, as if it carried more than moisture—something invisible and watching. His backpack lay half-buried in the sand, soaked but intact. He fished out the leather-bound notebook he’d carried everywhere since he was thirteen—the one with the stories, the nightmares, the dreams he could never fully explain. Inside were drawings of forests that bled, oceans that whispered, and a woman with hollow eyes and hands covered in roots. He had drawn her before he ever heard of WildWood. Before he heard the name Emily. Before he knew that she was family.

Raven POV: I break into a run - swift, silent, gliding through the undergrowth and shadow as if the woods were made for me. The journal thumps lightly against my chest beneath the cloak. The marks in it are fading, and I don't know how long they'll hold The forest shifts as I move - greener older. Lush. No wonder it is named Greenwoods. Ryel waits for me beyond the clearing, seated near the broken alter stone. A fire crackles low beside him, it flames blue and strange, licking the air with silent hunger. He doesn't look up as I approach.

But Wynn took her under her wing in the healing halls, teaching her the craft, giving her hands something to do and a place to be useful, and slowly, day by day, the hollow look began to fill. Brynn found her in the herb garden behind the healing halls one afternoon, on her knees in the dirt, planting. “What’s this?” “Wynn said I could have a corner. For growing things.” Lena sat back on her heels, dirt on her hands, and there was something on her face Brynn had not seen in all their year in Greymire. Peace. Small and new and real. “I don’t know why, but I wanted, I kept thinking about what you said. The whole year. Somewhere green.” She gestured at the little plot, the seedlings, the turned

I wanted to let everyone that doesn't follow me on social media know about an announcement for The Princes of Ravenwood. This book is now available in paperback on A****n! You can find it by searching The Princes of Ravenwood by Bryant. The paperback and kindle versions do not include the bonus scenes here and on my website. If you follow me on social media in the next month or so will do a giveaway of signed copies. You can find me on social media @ Author Bryant. Not just for giveaways but news about upcoming books in this and my werewolf series.

a tall skinny boy holding a basket stands in front of me and I nod, still wondering why the hell I got scared. "Are you Bailey Greenwood?" he asks "Yeah" "This is a package from “Rhino”" He uses air quotes for the word "Rhino". He gives me a basket with flowers and some other stuff. "He said you'd know him if I tell you that. Have a nice day" He leaves and immediately the color spreads widely over my whole cheek. What else is Bryne surprising me with? I put the flowers into a vase with water immediately I enter my house. I feel I owe Bryne big-time.