The Brat Cave Novels & Stories

My legs are moving before my brain catches up, carrying me through the parking garage and toward the terminal like they have a mind of their own. But instead of heading for the departure boards or ticket counters, something pulls me toward the viewing patio. Call it instinct. Call it the same sixth sense that's kept me alive through fifteen years in the Bratva. Call it desperation so complete it's turned into something else entirely. The viewing patio is nearly empty— just a few families with children pressed against the windows, watching planes with wide eyes. The sight of their innocent excitement makes something twist in my gut. This should be me and Slava someday, watching planes togethe

She curled up her body as she clung tightly to the boy's arm. Meanwhile, at the cave's entrance, Beatrice pretended not to notice the cloth and went inside the cave. To her surprise, she found two children in the cave. "Mr. Gale, there's two kids in here," Beatrice shouted. Ruben then entered the cave. As the children stared at Ruben's face, the tension in their bodies slowly dissipated. The girl became less fearful and asked, "Hey, isn't he the man that the pretty lady showed us?" What man? And which pretty lady was she talking about?

He remembered very well that night there was a big cave in that old thick tree. Everyone had told him that he was there, had come from there. Old Brag was drowsing with the branches hanging on the ground when he went to the trunk of the tree. Bragg woke up with a jolt and gazed intently at the princely boy in the daylight. "Here, there was a cave here. Here was the place where I came from.” The boy was looking at the brag looking at the boy and asking. Brag opened his sleepy eyes with a loud shudder. Its branches were swaying here and there with a noise.

She almost vomited by the smell and she didn’t want to corrupt the baby’s mind with so many pictures of violence at such a young age. “Keep going…” – Brayden said, leading them to a familiar path Harper immediately knew where Brayden is taking them. It’s the place they both rested that first night of the war. The cavern that contained her secrets and the heating tension between them that none dared to acknowledge. They went farther in the path. Brayden suddenly turned and caught Harper’s eyes. She looked away. why did she feel guilty this time? It’s not like they did something in that cave. They didn’t kiss nor hug.

Eyeing the area for unseen threats that may harm her. "Calm down, Damien. You're exaggerating it." Cinthye chuckles, her hand laying on top of Damien's hand. A silent reassurance and trust she had bestow upon him. The warmth of his body parallel to hers as they walk together. They emerged into a wide cavernous space, dimly lit by ancient flickering torches and a series of tunnels just like in the Cator estate. This is the Cator stronghold, a place they believed to be a myth and now about to reveal all it's ancient glory.

It took us over an hour to walk the couple miles with the children and elderly and wagons along with the storm slowing us down, but we finally made it, and the people began to unload the carts into the cave as the women and children with lanterns went in ahead. When everyone and animals were safely inside Bryden, and his tayren was waiting for me inside. I slowly descended towards the cave and flew inside dropping the shield behind me. Bryden rushed over and hugged me.

Caterina “Wait, so you’re going to teach me the ways of the Bratva? Why?” I ask Kai as I look over at him from the passenger side of the SUV. When we got home from spending the entire Sunday together in the forest, I passed out as soon as I got home. But when Kai woke me up this morning, he let me know that we had a full day planned today. I wasn’t sure what he meant by it, though, and now he’s telling me that I would be learning the ways of the Russian mafia??

Rava said. They opened the book and saw that in the cave lies the blind bat of evil. "We have to face this creature whatever it is. It is the only way". Rala said. "Then let us go we have come too far for we to stop". And bravely they entered the cave.

"Gary and his group are staying in the caves. We counted at least twenty seven males. Only a few of them look like they've been genetically altered. They were huge and much more aggressive than the ones who appeared normal. We only saw a few of the females. I recognized them from their pictures. They are the missing women. We could hear crying coming from inside the caves, but didn't see the others." "Brett did you scout out the entrances and exits to the cave system?" Carr really only asked the question as a formality. He had chosen Brett for this job for a reason. Brett had spent many years exploring the caves, he knew them like the back of his hand. "The caves have four entrances but the

The familiar feel of my bones breaking and elongating and hair sprouting all over my body, Brax rips through my clothes and he head in the direction of the smoke. Just a few miles from the packhouse there is a hidden cave with smoke pouring out of it. Brax allows me to shift back as I approach the scene. One of my men tosses me a pair of shorts as I take in the surroundings. Nothing else is on fire. It does not even appear that any of the trees were burned at all. Carefully I approach the cave, trying to wave the heavy smoke away with my hand. Then it hits me. Even in the midst of the smoke, I can smell the scent of lavender and fresh grass.