Gingerbrave Novels & Stories

Trip asked as he went down to one knee so he was eye-level with James. “To you, I’m Grim, blood of Wrath,” James said. Jenna gasped audibly but Jake grinned proudly. Trip was smiling down at him. “Grim’s a good road name. How did you get it?” “I killed the man that killed my mother,” James said solemnly, his little face expressing the seriousness of his words. “Fuck,” Trip whispered and got to his feet. “You want a beer?” Jake asked him, heading to the fridge. “Yeah, thanks.” He rounded the table and wrapped his arms around Jenna, kissing her cheek and whispering something in her ear.

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

(Orthum Bronzehammer) “Anyway….so…why you all wanted to meet me?…” Orthum Bronzehammer, is once known to me as Lieutenant Orthum, or in the Special Force Squad that are under me, we called him, Crazy Hammer, it is because, he was known to be a close quarter combatant, that always brings an oversized hammer to combat with him an he absolutely pummeled his enemy to mashes. He is quite a crazy one, but when he isn’t a crazy bastard that is bloodthirsty, he is a very capable Lieutenant, with good leadership capability and work ethics. He retired from the Military because he got severely injured, broke his spine whilst fighting alone again a few Beholder monsters. So, I trained and then handed hi

A growl of annoyance slipped past my lips. Of all the days I could fall sick, it had to be the day I was returning home to claim what was rightfully mine, the position of the Alpha of Blackwood pack. "Do you think it's nervousness?" My wolf, Zander asked. He too was disturbed by my uneasiness as it would whimper whenever the ache intensified as it had been doing since it began. "No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy."

Satisfied with his pitiful state, I waved my hand in the air to wrap up. Out of thin air, his body was engulfed by furious red flames, and the underground cell filled with ear-piercing screams and a rotten smell. I swiveled on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions under my breath, “And for the world… gifted.” I left the room and passed other gang members in the hallway. They watched at me in pure horror before bowing their heads down in front of me.

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

Their faces turned red, they took out their cellphones at the same time. "Miss Meiran, we're fans of you. We are rainbows. Can we take a picture with you?" Rainbows is the name of her readers. She's now a Author. Only her rainbows can only see her face because she has her own platform that only true rainbows can enter. They also have a international group chat. All her readers was there. They're so respectful. She told them that she hope no one else will know her face. They cannot tell that to others who are not part of their platform. She's very thankful and proud to them, her readers are not toxic. They're so understanding at she can handle them easily.

Another wolf rogue shouts. “Go back to the camp. Tell Nial and Teresa what happened.” I order. “What are you going to do?” Jasper asks. “I’m going fishing,” I smirk. That’s where I find myself now, watching Juniper shift into her Siren and sing. Her voice is like one of those Human Realm singers, like Janis Joplin or Joan Jett. Deep, rich, and with a bit of a raspy quality to it. Then I hear her giggle, watching the water around her. It must have been doing something amusing since she was singing. I take a step from behind the bush I was hiding in, thankful for the scent blocker that Beatrix had created. But the damn twig I had stepped on gave me away. Her head snaps in my direction and her

After such strokes, a trail of blood has seeped out. 'Do you know it's illegal for you to do such a thing?' Javen's lips oozed with an unspeakable chill. The surrounding wind is very cold, and Ginger Geller's hair is blowing wildly. It makes her laugh more like a madman! 'I'm not even afraid of death. Am I still afraid of breaking the law?' Ginger Geller released a hand to tear at her face, and quickly pinched out a red mark. 'No wonder he likes you so much for such tender skin.'