Nick Brave Frontier Novels & Stories

Adrian nodded slightly and said, "That's a more reasonable explanation." "You're not from the frontier force, yet you pretend to be. Aren’t you embarrassed?" Alfie said. This young man seemed to have an obsession with the frontier force. When he noticed that Adrian did not understand the underlying principles within the frontier army, he felt that Adrian was not one of them and mocked him. Those behind Alfie reached out to grab his arm, signaling him to stop talking. Adrian was not bothered though and instead asked, "So, what do you gain by taking such risks to go there?"

He cackles as he walks out of the office, Chris shakes his head, "I won't abandon you, well not for an hour anyway, Cynthia is making the boys take dance classes and I'm waiting till they go to bed so I don't hear the drama from any of them." I arch a brow at him, "thanks, at least one of my best friends.." I'm cut off when Chris mind links us and all the warriors, "rogue breach, several spotted coming in the west boarder, I'm heading that way now." We move quickly towards the front door of the packhouse, shedding our clothes as we leap from the front steps and shift.

But the reality before him was far from what he had expected. The attack that Connor thought would be the decisive blow proved insufficient to shake the Frostholm Pack's defenses. Ironically, the Frostholm Pack still managed to hold the frontier, albeit with great difficulty. Now he was forced to swallow the bitter truth that the Nimbria Pack warriors he had always been proud of were fleeing the battlefield.

Arthur Knight was sitting in the living room, idly twirling a glass of brandy in his right hand while absently listening to his parents, Avery and Abigail, chatting with his youngest brother, Adrian. They were all waiting expectantly for Aaron, the second-born of the three siblings, to arrive from the airport.

She'd lost her memories in an accident which was why her parents were so protective over her. I winced at the stinging pain and the burning sensation on my arm. "Sorry it would hurt a little." Grace apologised, her movements cautious. Grace removed the pieces of shattered glass, cleaning and wrapping my arm with a bandage. "Grace. Are you a part of the Mafia?" My eyes paused at her hands, fearing she might reveal a gun. Now that I knew her secret she might shoot me. But instead Grace chuckled incredulously. I waited for a full blown evil laughter from her but it didnt come. Instead she grew silent contemplating whether she wanted to tell me the truth.

Mom jumped up instantly. "You've learned to talk back now? As if you are so well-liked. "You have the exact same disposition as your useless father! You'll never measure up to Freya." I closed the door while she continued to rant into the night. So I put on headphones and began packing my luggage. Early the next morning, I went out to buy the things needed for the mountains. Snake repellent, mosquito repellent, a first aid kit... When I returned, the house door was slightly ajar.