The Brat Cave Novels & Stories

It's from Kimberly, her big sis. I've been in Russia for three years now—i joined The Bratva to get stronger. If you see this when you get out, then you might wanna come join me. We have to punish the bastard who framed you for our parents murder. The clan stopped taking females though, so you'll have to live as a boy if you're coming. I bought you a new identity as Micheal Alonso, get the details from the cyber man in the third street. He'll get you the invite and the QR code, too. See you soon, Adeshka. A smile painted Adeline's lips—a sad smile, but at least... there's hope.

He was most definitely not here to surprise me as an ally. The others filed out of the room too. Leaving me alone in this dark, damp, and filthy storage room was the next phase of torture. Unknowns banged around in my head like monsters I couldn't escape. No light shone through here. No one came to give me food or water. Only the sounds of the rats scampering and scurrying across the floor kept me company. That and the impending doom that I could die very soon. Why did I ever leave Anatoli? Why couldn't I have been more practical and suggest that we could talk about a future?

“But let’s go.” We followed them toward what looked like a narrow opening between two huge rocks. As we got closer, I noticed it was a cave. The entrance was wide but dark. “Are we going inside?” Kathryn asked quietly. “Yes,” Army replied calmly. “Trust us.” I didn’t like it, but I stepped forward anyway. As we entered the cave, Bryain moved ahead, his hand brushing mine like he was trying to reassure me. Army stayed close behind, and Kathryn didn’t leave my side.

“Wait, I can’t just disappear. My brother will be worried sick. Let me bring him and the others first.” A flicker of hesitation crosses Beatrice’s sunken eyes before she gives a jerky nod. “No problem.” It takes all my persuasive powers to convince the distrustful Caleb to allow me to follow Beatrice, his jaw locked in a tense line. He finally relents, but not before insisting half our entourage accompanies us as protection. Beatrice leads us on a winding path through the gnarled trees until we reach a cave mouth, the entrance to a dank underground passage. As we emerge on the other side, I’m struck by a scene of utter desolation that steals the breath from my lungs.

I snapped my head toward the side entrance. Alina came out with Nikita and Anya behind her, smoke curling from the hallway they’d just left. My heart nearly stopped. “What the fuck are you doing outside?” I demanded. “You shouldn’t be out during this…” She looked at me, face streaked with ash. “We couldn’t stay inside. Part of the house is burning. It is going to end up collapsing, Dimitri. We needed to evacuate.” I crossed the distance between us. “You need to get back.”

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

The Bat Clan brought hundreds of women and young children from Blue Forest Village. The cave they chose as their temporary stopover was quite large. But with nearly two hundred men, plus a hundred women, the large cave was packed. It was stuffy and damp, plus the wind freely came in and out at the mouth of the cave. They couldn't enter the inside of the cave, because it was full of bats hanging in the deepest part of the cave. The bat made two bonfires for the women to warm themselves and gave them an amber each. Then they left them after warning them not to do anything wrong or else they would be dropped off a cliff.

Arth said, looking around the dark place, “is Bron’s Cave?” “Aye, Your Highness,” the other man replied. “This was the cave discovered by Brondell Corossel … a sorcerer and scholar from the mage cadre before. He made this the Alliance’s stopping point when they ventured further east to form the Second Encampment. This cave had already been protected by magic barriers, and it’s been agreed as the last hideout of the Alliance.” “The mouth’s cave is hidden by the massive waterfall, Your Highness. So you have no worries about being spotted by mere eyes.”

My heart lurches when I see that I am locked in some cage, and next to me is another cage containing Julieanne and Stacey, clinging to each other. 'Oh, thank God, you are awake.' Julieanne reaches her hand through the bars, and I do the same so that our fingers touch, and I feel a little reassurance. 'Where are we?' I ask quietly, and the older woman looks frightened, clinging to Stacey and taking a deep breath. 'The Bratva took us.' My eyes go wide in shock at her words, 'B. Bratva?' Both women nod, then gesture around them. My horrified eyes take in the rest of my surroundings. There are cages all along one side of the room, and every single one contains women. Young, pretty and terrified,

He cut the call without another word. THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The iron gates of the Bratva’s Empire loomed ahead, black and towering, the Morozov crest carved into steel. Armed guards stood at each side, rifles in their hands, faces blank masks. As Mikhail’s car rolled closer, the beams of its headlights caught the silver edge of their weapons. The gates creaked open with deliberate slowness, metal groaning as though even the compound itself acknowledged the weight of who was arriving.