Gingerbrave Novels & Stories

“Is that what I think it is? You know that isn’t allowed. We both could be in so much trouble.” “Yes. Down a swig or two. It will calm your nerves.” “Wouldn’t that make it so I'll be slower? I need my strength if I am going to not beat you, but at least have a fighting chance?” Kelanar grabs her dagger and her bow and arrows. “I said a swig, not a flask. It will dull your fear.” “Fine, I trust you.” Kelanar takes the flask and takes a swig. The whiskey burns her throat. She coughs.

Something dripped from my forehead and I realized that I’d been cut. “Very well” I returned. Before feinting to the right and followed with a left hook. With the pain I was now feeling, I’m pretty sure I might have snapped one of my finger. But I have to get an email out and apparently, beating her was the key. I had to give it to her though . She was a good deal bigger than me. And I wasn’t even sure if I could beat her. I didn’t let her recover as I delivered a swift kick to her ribs.

" I'd asked him, but he'd just ignored me. "Known him for almost four years now. He and Bur served in the Marines together," she stated. Ginger was Burdock's ol' lady and they complimented one another. Ginger had auburn colored hair and was small, standing a little over five feet. Slight build, and vivid green eyes. Burdock, being the typical Marine type, carried a thick chest and broad shoulders on a frame over six foot Tall, muscular, slim-hipped, blue-eyed, with blond-hair and beach-boy looks. Pushing the deep red locks out of her face, Ginger looked at me, pensive. "You know, I don't know that I've ever heard him called by anything other than Satan." Then with a nod, she said, "I'll see

she asked. The guard hesitated, his eyes darting nervously. “It’s Victor. He’s... he’s been ambushed.” To Be Continued...

I glanced up and, just my luck, it was him—the same arrogant jerk from this morning, blocking my path like he owned the damn hallway, too. "Hey, sassy-ass dude with parking lot issues." I shot back with a sickly sweet smile. His jaw twitched and I knew I'd hit a nerve. "Keep running your mouth like that and maybe one day you'll actually say something worth listening to." He retorted smoothly, his lips curving into a smirk. "Or you could just stop listening," I said, stepping around him. "But we both know you love the sound of my voice too much for that."

Ginger said and exhaled, looking anxious. She went to her room for a second then came out again. She gave Raina a Vipertek Vts-989 Stun Gun and told her to not let anyone near her. Regardless of the way she talks, she really has a heart of gold. Raina nodded and I can see that she's more comfortable and soft towards Ginger than to us.

The wolves are on Emal, who is trumpeting in pain, swinging his trunk from side to side. A feverish yell sounds from behind me as tiny Ginger comes barreling through the animals. She lithely jumps out of the way of the wolves, nipping at her heels as she uses Emal’s thrashing trunk to throw herself onto his back. Then, producing a small bottle, she drinks the fluid and brings a lighter to her mouth, breathing fire at the wolves hurting our elephant.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

Unpredictability was a big advantage in a fight, especially one where I was so outmatched. I changed the direction of my kick at the very last minute and he howled with pain as my foot moved lower and connected with his knee. Despite the force of that blow, he only staggered. A normal wolf would have collapsed from a broken knee but Gavrael was proving more and more that he wasn’t normal, I still took the little opening I was given even if I didn’t get the reaction I was expecting. I swiped my clawed hands across his chest and this time, I hit his skin. The only problem was, he also healed at lightning fast speed. While my claws were still ripping out his skin, it was already healing itself.

she growled, letting out her unwanted emotions. “You’re telling me I am your breeder, yet you’re treating me like trash, thrown like a fucking puppet.” She burst out her inner emotions. “I can have tons of broken bones, Drake. . . but it doesn’t mean that I am not hurting.”