Reiner Braun Novels & Stories

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

I did not want to attack him, but he attacked me first, so I needed to defend myself and defend Rayne before defending myself. "I don't want to hurt you!" I shouted as I held him back from attacking Rayne, "Rayne! Run!" I looked at her for a moment as I yelled. I wanted her to be safe. I was able to recognize that type of werewolf, I knew his pack! His long grey and white fur gave me enough information about him. He was a Hutton, a banished Hutton. Huttons were naturally cruel and that meant that a banished one would be barbarous.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

“This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.” The car suddenly swerved left and surprisingly enough it was Mr. Sica’s doing. He looked angry. Not that he was fuming or had veins bulging across his forehead. His anger was the type a calculated man. It was pretty clear why he was a top gun and still remained at the top in the business world. He was a pretty great actor. I fixed my attention to the back to see how Samuel was faring forgetting the safety seat were still wo

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

Making it appear as if two old friends were reuniting after a long time apart ‘I must be imagining things. How did a receptionist clerk make a strict elderly person like Raisen smile like that? In the middle of questioning the impossible images he has seen; Axel shakes his head with all the power within his neck to push away unnecessary thoughts that could be in the way of the plan. ‘Focus! Focus Axel Brainer!’ "Is there something wrong, Mr. Brainer?" Raisen asks. "N-no elder Raisen, there is nothing wrong. I’m just trying to shake the fatigue I got from capturing Selina Hayes. Please forgive my rude behavior."

But as I reach down, my jaw almost drops. It's not Eren. It's an unknown guy around Eren's age with a brown quiff hairstyle who is watching the television with a packet of chips in his hands. I was on the point to faint but then I realise that he is maybe one of Eren's friend. I clear my throat which makes his gaze darts to me rapidly, his emerald-green eyes wide. Nervously, he straightens himself on the sofa and smiles quite guiltily. "Hey." He crunches on a chips.

Nekane pulled me to his side and sighed. "Your parents have already been injured and taken to another reaper section. The higher council of reapers is suggesting that this sector be given to Ruven," he said softly and I shook my head just as harsh laughter filled the air. It of course was Ruven. Nekane yelled out for him to leave me alone as my eyes widened at what Ruven had become. He stood black as pitch, eyes red as blood with his black hair whipping around his head. He held a black staff with a purple glowing orb held upon the top. It was his energy source and in my opinion, a stupid place to store it. I gathered my energy and created a shield around me and Nekane. I could feel his joini

I neither had a brother or father to do it by my side, but I knew that even if they were alive, neither one of them was going to be there for me today. “He is going to be a blind man if he doesn’t find you as gorgeous tonight.” Alaric’s voice caught me off guard as he walked inside the room. Rheniera smiled at the sight of her brother, and he walked toward us, looking at me. “You look like a beautiful princess. Though most would be fooled by the tiara that you have on your head, they might end up forgetting that you are a deadly, beautiful assassin. Which is why I came here to remind them of it.”