The Brat Cave Novels & Stories

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,

The Don sat in his chair his fingers steepled deep in thought, he looked up at his Son, ‘Conosci le conseguenze se la prendiamo? La Bratva vorrà distruggerci, mettete a rischio tutta la famiglia. Detto questo, sarebbe un enorme colpo per la famiglia, rapire la puttana Bratva da sotto il naso del Pakhan. Presumo che tu voglia divertirti un po 'con lei prima di venderla al miglior offerente?’ [You know the consequences if we take her? The Bratva will want to destroy us, you put the whole family at risk. Having said that, it would be a huge coup for the family, kidnapping the Bratva whore from under the Pakhan’s nose. I presume you want to have a little fun with her before we sell her to the h

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.

He’d always warned her not to touch any part of it, so she wondered what Bran was doing there. Brianna was tracing a path she saw on the ground when she looked up and found the shrub was everywhere. It even grew on the trees. She only noticed that the leaves had brushed against her clothes and skin when her arms tingled as the oil spread across her body. It gave her a slightly uncomfortable feeling, but she did not develop any rash or itchy feeling. So she continued searching, and that’s when she saw a pathway to a ledge. She dropped her backpack to the ground and tiptoed to the small overhang. It led to an opening on the side of the cliff which Brianna discovered was a large enough cave tha

The cold feeling returned to Sofia’s chest. “And if I don’t?” His gaze sharpened slightly. “You will.” The confidence in his voice made her uneasy. She looked away first, staring at the cracked tile floor while her mind raced through possibilities she didn’t want to consider. Her stepfather had done terrible things before, but this felt bigger somehow. More permanent. “What time are we leaving?” she asked finally. “Evening.” He grabbed his coat again, clearly preparing to leave. “Where are you going now?” “Out.”

Sebastian said while trying hard to not cry in front of the poor old couple. "This is crazy, I saw her this morning before she left and now she is no longer with us. I won't be able to see her or touch her again. It's the worst feeling ever. Everyone used to call her brat and troublemaker. But now no one is going to make any trouble. No one is going to act like a brat." Her mom continued to cry and so did her dad. Brat… she is truly a brat!