Dauntless: The Brave Novels & Stories

I kept hitting him insanely until Daniel back was slammed hard against mirror wall ‘CRACK..... CRACK... Clankxxxx........... CRACK......’ entire wall mirror got shattered into sharp piercing piece Daniel entire face by now had turned into deeper shade or purple and blue, thin streams of blood was oozing out from his forehead , hands and neck... however my anger was not calmed, I was here with intent to kill this motherfucker.... As Daniel struggled to stand up on his feet’s I mercilessly pulled him up by his collars and roughly pushed him down in front of my stepmother, by witnessing the fearful look in her eyes I could tell she herself was scared to death....

Eat me alive? Sebastian dashed towards me, as fast as he could and waylaid his body. I saw his nape, now bleeding and blood stained the collar of his shirt and his back is soaked with blood. I wanted to touch it but he turned around to face me. It is only now that I saw his eyes with this kind of emotion. Worry and fear was evident in his eyes. "Run, don't look back." His authoritative and orotund voice made me felt safe. It was as if he will face those beasts to save me.

Everything that I do to them cannot be right. “Don’t act cowardly when you know you know you’re not a coward. Even though you killed four wolves in one hand, don’t think of yourself as a strong woman. You’re nothing compared to the alpha,” Marvel said. He growled at me, scaring that shit hell out of me. “Why are you messing with me? I am just a nobody.”

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

"Drag her four little henchwomen down to the basement and punish them the Medici way. Let them learn what happens when they lay a hand on the Donna!" Enzo obeyed at once. With two men, he hauled the four women, who were shaking uncontrollably, straight downstairs. Before long, screams rose from the basement, one after another. There was the sizzling sound of cigars burning flesh, the dull thud of blades slicing into skin, and the piercing shrieks that came with broken fingers. It was enough to make anyone's scalp crawl. Fabrizio crouched down and pulled a first-aid kit from his pocket, carefully tending to my wounds. His touch was gentle, avoiding my torn skin, yet the ruthless edge in his e

But Rowan held his ground. “You underestimate what people can endure,” Rowan continued, voice steady, unwavering. “You may think you own fear, but courage… courage is contagious. And it’s standing right in front of you.” Damien tilted his head, intrigued, almost impressed. “Courage… or desperation?” Rowan didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The girls were watching, holding their breath, trembling but not breaking. They were alive. Together. Defiant. And for the first time, Damien hesitated not completely, but enough.

She couldn't fight back at all. Suddenly Mr Dauntess let go of her stranglehold. He looked at Rain through the mirror and grinned eerily. The man had long red hair that partially covered his face from his mouth, sticking out a pair of small fangs. The man's eyes glowed red in the darkness like a hungry beast. Rain started to breathe slowly even though her body was stiff and couldn't move. Out of fear, Rain chose to close her eyes. "Ah... ah... you're afraid to see me, Miss Orwell?" Dauntess gripped Rain's jaw roughly with his large palm.

Her wide blue eyes had betrayed a flicker of fear, but there was something else—defiance. Most people wilted under pressure, but she didn’t. She fought it, which made her dangerous and intriguing. The night stretched on as I waited in the penthouse, the silence heavy and oppressive. Rory hadn’t called yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. A knock at the door broke my thoughts. “Boss?” I turned to see Rory, my most trusted enforcer, approaching from the shadows. His thick frame moved with surprising stealth for a man his size.

Her dark brown eyes sparkle complimenting her fair complexion that glows when she exudes gracefully. "Is she the strange faceless girl in my dreams? No, it can't be her. She and the girl in my dream are different. But what if they are just the same? Get your grasp Martin, you are the powerful courageous Lord in this tribe, no one could ever make you feel dumb and powerless. But why do my feet shake and anxiousness is dominating my wholeness?" Martin's gut feeling can never be wrong, even when everything is out of his control.

The team immediately set out in fast manner. Their heart was hanging on their throat as fear and nervousness makes their blood boil. Farrah watched the surrounding area blur as the vehicle passes by. She felt that she had failed, leaving behind Dior even though she promised she will rescue him. Indeed, she was still as coward as before. She never had to fight before, because she's always been under her husband's protection. With him, she felt she was invincible. Now that Dior's gone, she saw how her confidence and bravery crumble in front of a threat she knew she couldn't defeat.