Cleria Brave Frontier Novels & Stories

I scoffed, "You want me to marry this Clyde's son that I do not even know?" "He's going to clear off your father's debts and you and your family will be free, and as a member of the Clyde's family no one will hurt you, you've said it yourself you'll be like Royalty, his late father was my boss, I could have given up my daughter but I knew your family needed him more than we did", he said again. "This is insane ", Tommy said. "Do you want to go back to running again? Do you want to go back to fighting for your life? Look at your brother; he can barely walk. Riccardo's men are raking this City looking for you, and they will find you. Be wise, Madiaah ".

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e

Then landing in front of the cave where he lived, Aranjo jumped down from the Griffin's back and saw the scenery in front of her. The atmosphere here is very different, this place is not the same as the fog forest. The trees here are green with colorful flowers and there is a small river along the eye view containing very clear water. "Is this still part of the fog forest?" asked Aranjo. 'Yes!' Aranjo ran towards the river, with both hands taking water and washing her face. Very fresh, Aranjo can also clearly see the fish swimming in it. Aranjo ran around happily and then approached Griffin.

Ayomide said. "Thank you, sir." "Ah, well...I don't want to waste your time. I have somewhere to be so, I will make it quick." "Okay." "Alright...so I love your work and I would love to buy it." "Ah...oh my gosh. Thank you, sir...I really appreciate it." Clara was so excited that she couldn't stop her heart from beating so fast. "It's my pleasure, you really have a lot of talent and I am willing to pay you for it. My price is half a million because you left some unhidden clues in the painting. What do you say?"

Chapter 63 The night was alive with tension, thick and suffocating, as the Moon Riders' scouts returned from the outskirts of the Emberclaw territory. Raven stood at the edge of the great cliff that overlooked the rival pack’s stronghold, her wolf senses prickling with a gnawing sense of impending doom. Axel stood close behind her, muscles taut and eyes dark with simmering possessiveness. Even with Malrik perched on the ridge, his dragon eyes scanning the horizon, there was a palpable unease. Something wicked was stirring.

--- Six months after departure, Claire stood at the border of three territories. She looked out over a field where peace had once been impossible. Now, it bloomed with herbs—moon-vine, cloudroot, red fennel. A field clinic buzzed nearby. Her apprentices ran tests. Locals harvested with precision and purpose. Edward arrived from the east. Jasper came from the west. Both with separate caravans. Neither brought gifts. Just silence, and respect. They greeted each other with quiet nods. Claire stood between them. “I’m not choosing,” she said.

A vicious look, full of anger, flashed on Chloe’s face. “Victor’s kingdom, Arthur. It is Rivera,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “They flow in an order, Arthur,” Chloe snapped. And she raised her hand and spoke as she formed a pyramid in the air with her finger, “On top lies the clan of Keats, where the magic streams. And after them is the clan of Collins, where strength comes. Their neighbor is clan Yash, men of who are honest and just. Then comes clan Martin, clan Jones and clan Brown – they are filled with brave soldiers, whom you could never bring down. Then comes the clan Keplins, clan Rivera, and clan Lapiz – they are the meanest, the shrewdest, and the worst. Challenge them and you

Claire had mentioned it and Jet started avoiding me, the fact that I'm not supposed to feel the heat but somehow I'm feeling it but more intense anytime I'm close to him. "Down to earth Freya" Claire's voice dragged me back to the present making me suddenly conscious of my environment. "What's up?" I asked just as Morgana jumped down from the horse carrying her crossbow. "A deer" Claire answered excitedly and then ran after Morgana probably to see the animal, I frowned deciding whether to go after them or just stay here. I finally decided to stay with the horse since I have no idea about hunting and would be better off not running after a wild animal.

Lying doesn’t really benefit anyone, she dug another grave in order to run away from the first one, the only difference from the other, was that this time, the grave was much deeper and scarier. When Claire chewed on the kelp, she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, she doesn’t like the texture, nor the smell of this. But it would smell fishy if she, a claimed mermaid, would be disgusted by the food that the merpeople considered as their ambrosia. She smiled awkwardly again once more while carefully chewing the dark brownish eukaryotic algae. “You can rest, for now, I will help you with unpacking, you must be tired dealing with these wicked humans,” Andromeda’s voice was undeniably soothing,