Gingerbrave Novels & Stories

Sera’s POV “Make the necessary arrangements for his last ceremony.” The command is cold, unwavering. Zander strides toward me, each step precise, confident. The muddied combat boots halt inches from where I kneel, rain mixing with blood and dirt on my skin. Before I can react, strong arms lift me effortlessly, pressing me against the firm warmth of his chest. His t-shirt, damp and worn, obscures my face, shielding my identity from prying eyes.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

“Calm down, Mira, I just wanted to deactivate the mirage. Are you tired of living? What if I used darkness on you? I remind you that for firebenders this is deadly entertainment. I got up from this joker and picked up my bag. “I bet that you are not completely hopeless and will not risk using magic right in the capital,” deactivating the mirage, said the ginger. He looked to be about twenty. A familiar freckled face appeared in front of me, he straightened his changed clothes and extended his hand to the dagger, which was still in my hand. By the way, call me Lester. And give me the dagger already, it is dear to me as a memory.

The silly thing was, she could see this happening to her as if she were an outsider looking in but had no will to stop it. She never knew life had so many stumbling blocks. It sure hadn't been this hard when she was doing it for someone else. Oh no, then she was always gung ho; there wasn't anything she couldn't and didn't do for him. She was Mrs. Invincible. Now she could barely summon the will to brush her own teeth in the morning.

The gruff voices of strange men laughing and jeering, the injured horses whining helplessly, Kezira screaming in a voice so loud, it pierced my muddled brain. But I couldn't ask her to stop, I couldn't even move to look at her properly not when every cell in my body hurt. The voices of the men grew louder as they jeered and mocked amongst themselves, with their distinct accents. Braavasi. As a soldier in my father’s army, I had negotiated with some of them and could recognize their accents anywhere. The Braavasi belong to none of the three kingdoms but trade with all. They’re desert pirates who rob highway travelers and disturb outskirt villages.

‘The most important six inches on the battlefield is between your ears.’ -Jim Mattis Ember As soon as dawn came, everyone was ready to march on Soren. At Nightshade, the witches had blocked the sunlight out so it wouldn’t burn the vampires and they would do the same at Elding Gala if they needed to.

But he still reached out and saved my already miserable life. That makes me respect him so much. But in addition to stories about Mr. James's family and career, I also heard other stories about his family. I heard that Mr. James once had a wife and a son. After his previous wife died, he also took another step. It is the current wife. The son he had with his previous wife was also the only child, the grandson of the Brian family. His name is Daniel Brian, formerly Daniel was a very active and lovely child. However, after his wife died, Daniel's personality also became grumpy and uncomfortable. Violent and distant from others.

Thank God there were no traffic cops in Bridger National Forest at least! As she walked into Valley Market, cart at the ready, she noticed a striking young woman in the produce section. She had long blonde hair sporting the most intricate braids Liv had ever seen, as well as silver and leather jewelry surrounding her neck and both wrists. A beautiful, swirling black tattoo ringed one lean, toned bicep. She looked like some modern-day Viking shield maiden. Liv was fascinated. She'd always loved Viking stories though she didn't know that much about actual Norse legends. Just as she was about to go over and ask her where she had gotten the braids done, a huge man stalked up to the woman aggress

I couldn’t take his arrogance. I punched him hard on the stomach and he bent groaning in pain. His warriors jumped out of the trucks and ran to us. “Try something and none of you will leave this place. I will kill you all and use your bodies as fertilizer for my flowers in the garden. I heard human remains make the best fertilizer.”

It was coming. As the wind howled through the clearing, a shadow moved at the edge of the forest. Not Ash. Not Kade. Something older. Something that carried the unmistakable mark of her uncle’s power. And for the first time, Raven understood that her awakening wasn’t the beginning of freedom—it was the beginning of war.