Reiner Braun Novels & Stories

And only three, desperate, loud taps against the door would ruin her perfect little day. “Coming.” She rushed to the door and opened it, “How may I help you?” Ellaine could barely distinguish the gender of her visitor. That’s because of the black cloak he wore. It was not until she heard his voice that she realized he was a male. Ellaine found it hard to make out the words he said in that deep, rasping voice, “..is..N..mais..Nromais..” “Sorry, what are you talking about?” “Give me the Nromais.”

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“I don't want to talk about Aiden. And I don’t want about Reiner, - Mira drank water in one gulp and straightened her cleavage. - I'm going to dance. Venira watched her go and sympathized in advance with the daredevil who dared to invite her friend. Reiner only seemed calm, she knew her brother quite well, and his coldness was clearly feigned. In addition, she noticed that the knuckles of his fingers were knocked off. And, judging by the fact that the wounds have not yet healed, he is walking somewhere ... or, more likely, someone very unlucky is lying. ***

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

Navarien replied, his lips twitching into a slow, remarkably human smile. He turned his celestial, forest-green gaze directly toward Riheirk and Brynn. The Vanguard Commander immediately tightened his arm around Brynn’s waist, his body stiffening as his blue eyes flashed defensively. Navarien’s gaze lingered on the fresh, dark jasmine mate-mark proudly displayed on Riheirk’s neck, and a look of genuine, solemn remorse softened his majestic features.

His brows arched a bit before he gave me a curt nod. On the count of three, we both charged at each other. As expected, he tackled me to the ground and I rolled over him. He tried to launch a blow at my rib but I dodged him. I pushed him off me and he slowly rose to his feet, anger simmering beneath his gaze. He was the warrior that had always been since Alec’s father's reign. This man, Rein, was the security that this pack needed. Was it the computer hack or the fighting ability, he possessed it.

He refused to believe that Bradley had succumbed to such a level. At this moment, Aubrey said solemnly, “Rean, I know you don't believe Mr. Adrian, but do you not believe me as well?" "But…" Rean began to protest, but Aubrey interrupted, “There are no buts! Our leader was no longer the man we once knew. Ever since he tasted the benefits of being a dark hunter three years ago, he completely changed!” Her voice grew softer and softer with each word, and although Rean refused to believe it, her words were undeniably true.

In a secret base: Hilter Reichert sat in his dark gloomy office: he was smiling at the figures on his high tech computer screen, the US $50 billion was safely within his off shore Swiss account. Hilter was medium in build and height, with what was once used to be a purely dark hair; he had dark eyes, Hilter had a moustache that connects to a goatee that was almost covered fully with streaks of gray, he was in his late 50s: A technological genius. He frowned when he saw Nerma standing outside his office, he gestured for Nerma to enter: Nerma was his giant body guard– enforcer– lieutenant. In his early 40’s, Nerma stood at an incredible 6 foot 10 inches tall.

I almost smiled when Max stormed into the station and glared at Joe. “Officer Reiner, what in the hell are you doing?” Max asked him. “Sir, he was doing a hundred and fifty on the highway coming past Peosta,” he said as he looked at Max. “So?” Max asked him and then I smiled. “Sir, he’s also carrying a concealed weapon with no license plate. I just followed procedure and brought him in for an alcohol test,” Officer Reiner said. Max shook his head and he looked almost odd in his civilian clothes. “It’s nice having you back, Blake.” I shook Max’s hand and took my wallet out. I handed the permit to carry a concealed weapon to Max.

Before the man could harm Elise, Reiner was there, blocking the path and glaring sharply at the man holding the knife. “Let her go,” Reiner said coldly, his eyes fixed on the man. The man was startled, not expecting someone else to arrive so quickly. He yanked the knife back slightly, then pointed it at Reiner. “Who do you think you are? Stay away!” Reiner only smiled coldly, moving swiftly. With one quick motion, he deflected the knife with his bare hand, causing the man to lose his balance. In an instant, Reiner struck him with a powerful punch that sent the man crashing to the floor.