Zeek Brave Frontier Novels & Stories

AZEL WHITMORE I sit in the back of the transport-van, the rhythmic hum of the engine doing nothing to settle the wolf pacing under my skin. My MoonNet feed is a blur of blue light, the screen reflecting in my pupils as I stare at my own post. The audio file I leaked—the one of Ezekiel Thornhart, the Warlord of the northern packs, literally telling me to swallow my pride and bow to a foster-brat just to save her from public ridicule—is playing on a loop across the entire territory.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

He moved so that his hands were resting on the table and he was leaning forward a little more, his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke. "There's a pack of rogues on the western border. They are planning to attack in the early hours of tomorrow morning," I said without so much of a thought. I didn't really want to die and I didn't want anything to interfere with the plans I had put in motion. "I have patrols covering every single border. They haven't spotted anything."Jayson raised an eyebrow at me.

Lilac said. Millie put down her memo pad and sat on her chair. “This country is huge—you’re aware of that, right?” Millie asked Emily and the latter nodded. “Blue Moon Pack is the strongest of all packs, including your recent pack,” she continued, “…our Alpha is the strongest among the alphas. Rumors said that other packs tried to get an alliance to bring down Drake. But they don’t know that Drake became stronger and bolder day by day as they tried to bring him down. However, even if the Alpha was strong, the border would collapse if the orders or the warriors lack training.”

Never. ( ￣︿￣ )ノ ‘Not. Letting. Baby. Out. Of. Sight.’ Blackie: (◞‸ლ) ‘…Trey, shields up, this might get nasty.’ And thus, the brave zombie warrior Levi, with bloodshot eyes and unyielding spirit that didn’t fear death, forced the other three little minions to line up and follow his domineering lead. Marching onwards and beyond! To their deat– ahem, the totally non-fatal lunch appointment.

What would it be like to walk into the place where she experienced so much misery after she didn’t shift? “What do you do for fun?” Right. Zeke was a rich boy who ruled a territory with an ocean and probably near a large city full of humans. There would be nothing that would hold his attention for long in her little pack. “I’ll show you around after the meeting,” she offered. The buildings loomed closer. The tension in her body ramped up, and butterflies formed in her stomach. There was nothing and no one in her pack that could harm her now, but the damage had already been done.

Anna grabs her beer and lifts it to me and struts off to the dance floor. I can't help but appreciate that perfect ass as she walks away. "So what do we think about this whole border thing?" I tip my beer back. Zeke rubs his nape. "Don't know. But if I get any trouble from those idiots, I'll roll heads." "Amen, brother." Blade fist bumps Zeke. I set my beer down. "I'm not looking forward to it. I like the separation. Now we have to deal with border stuff too? It's stupid."

I have to reach the hospital as soon as possible, but before that I think I should stop and get some herbs so that Zane can heal faster! I rushed to the nearby forest and as soon as I went to pluck out the herb I heard a loud roar behind me. Am I fucked? Or am I fucked?

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

“Welcome home.” Zeke raised a hand to silence the celebration, facing the crowd. “There’s more,” he announced and my stomach tightened again. Zeke stepped forward until he stood right in front of me. His gaze softened, not much, but enough to surprise me. It was an expression I hadn't seen before. “You said you wanted something new,” he said. “A life with purpose.” I nodded, still breathless from the pain. “There’s a rogue faction two borders from here, Sablethorn. They have the last active healer academy still standing after the eastern collapse.” He paused. “If you commit to us, we will sponsor your full training there. Your education, your housing…everything.”