Novels by Brainy

Hi readers.I would like to thank you all for joining me on this epic journey and making it worthwhile.But this is not the end!Are you ready?Drums rolling... 🥁 🥁 🥁 "Royal Blood 2" will be out on the 1st of April, 2026, and will be available on...GoodNovel and Dreames.I am really excited to brings this news to you.Do not miss the epic showdown and more remarkable adventures to come.SNEAK PEEK! Chapter...A Fire into the night.It had started as a single candlelight.A little flame meant for a lone candle that had existed there all this while… and then came the fire.It has caught on to the curtains and then the bedsheets, circling around the room. It spread widely, consuming everything in its path.A maid, now a shadow of her former self, caught sight of the smoke curling from underneath the door.It was the same maid who had been appointed over that room.It was quite inquisitive why she was at that particular side of the castle at night, a place where no one dared to step

Joya was seated close to the hearth of the fire; its warm radiation chased away the cold she had been feeling. Her hands were folded into her lap, unsure of what to do with herself.The old man, whose name she was yet to know, had brought her to his home.He had led her in without many words.Inside, the air smelled of dust, dried herbs, and something faintly sweet…old wood, warmed by years of sun.She found the house she was in cozy; although many of the furniture pieces were worn out, it was neat, the least thing she had expected from an old man.The house was quiet, too quiet, that even the faintest of sounds could be heard. JoyShe could even hear her own heartbeat!“Do you leave here alone?”She asked when she caught sight of him, seated by a table at the corner of the room. On the table was a lantern; the glow was enough to light up the book the old man was going through.“Who would want to leave with an old man?”He asked, turning to look at her.Her eyes searched around; ahe

Decreash imperial kingdomNot too far from the seashore lay a bustling market, and as Joya drifted towards it, she could already see some of the things that lay ahead."Decreash," Joya murmured, rolling the unfamiliar name over her tongue. It felt foreign.Her legs carried her forward through the market, and in less than a few minutes she had concluded inwardly that this was the most enormous market she had been to, even bigger than that of Hamstung's.The marketplace pulsed with life. People of every sort crowded the streets—traders shouting prices, children weaving between bodies, strangers brushing past one another without pause. That alone did not surprise her.What stirred her curiosity were the devices. The western world was indeed more developed.Odd, mismatched contraptions lined some of the stalls; some spun, others clicked or hissed softly. Each looked strange, yet purposeful; every one of them had a role to play.The people of Decreash were just as striking. Women moved th

Black Sea Territory.The boat rocked on the surface of the Black Sea, under the starless sky.The lantern in the boat glowed with a faint light; insects were attracted to the light, and they danced around it, fascinated.Joya's gaze lingered on the vast, ink-dark sky, her blue eyes catching the moonlight as it slipped in and out of the drifting clouds. Behind her, the old man paddling the boat suddenly stopped. With a weary grunt, he let the paddle slip from his hands. It struck the side of the boat softly before settling into the water, sending out small ripples that faded almost instantly.He lowered himself onto the bench, shoulders sagging, and reached for the wine bag he had brought along. Tilting it to his lips, he drank deeply, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before drinking again.The boat continued forward on its own accord, nudged gently by the unseen current.Yet the old man's eyes never left the west.Soon his posture dulled and his limbs loosened.The sharp sc

The sun stood high above the castle walls, its scorching rays pouring into the outer courtyard.Heat shimmered faintly in the air as servants moved back and forth with careful urgency.Jazell's belongings had already been arranged inside the carriage: the chestbox was secured, folded gowns were packed away, and small boxes were tucked into corners so they would not rattle during the journey. The maids handled everything with quiet efficiency, occasionally glancing toward her as if awaiting further instructions.But Jazell said nothing.She stood a short distance away, hands folded loosely before her, her gaze following each movement with calm scrutiny.It was then that Linn approached.She came quietly, stepping close enough that no wandering ear could hear. Leaning toward Jazell, she whispered a few brief words.With an approving nod, Jazell said,"A baby girl, you say?"She mused softly, her hand drifting to rest upon her protruding stomach, fingers brushing over the fabric of her

Linn had stepped into her mistress's chamber holding in her hand a basket filled with fresh linens baked by the sunlight but sensed something was wrong.She dropped the basket, and on the floor just at the doorway, her eyes were searching around the room.And then it finally hit her.The dressing table was empty; all the jewelry was gone.She became alert; she quickly made her way to the chest box where she kept all Jazell's clothes. They were gone.Her heart raced as she fidgeted, unable to make sense of what was happening. Right then, the door nudged open, and Jazell stepped in, just returning from Ragaleon's chamber."What are you doing there?"Jazell's eyes darkened, her voice cold as it cut through the room."Were you planning to steal from me, Linn?"The words struck hard. Linn blinked, stunned, her lashes fluttering as she struggled to understand her mistress's sudden lack of trust."No—no, my lady," she said quickly. "I noticed all your belongings were gone, and I was only ch

LEINNA'S POV Hours stretched into an eternity, my fingers digging into the matted knots of my hair. My only task had been simple: watch the deer roasting over the fire.But as the acrid scent of burning meat began to taint the air, it was clear I was failing.“Where are you?”The question echoed bitterly in my mind as my eyes scanned the clearing for the hundredth time. The surrounding woods remained unnervingly still, offering nothing but the hollow sigh of the wind through the canopy.Alaric and the others were still out hunting, clearly indifferent to my absence. Even Mehan was likely hovering over Kael, too consumed by him to remember the friend who had only just opened their eyes after three days of unconsciousness.The sting of their abandonment tasted like ash.I was completely, utterly alone, without a single soul to lean on; the thought made me weary.With passing time, my eyelids grew heavy. I was only a second away from succumbing to sleep when the sound of a noise shatte

LEINNA'S POV A cacophony of overlapping voices clawed at my consciousness, a jarring wall of sound that grated against my raw nerves. You tried to turn my head, my eyelashes fluttering, but a heavy, unyielding hand pinned me in place. My instinct overrode reason as my body fought against the restraint, jerking violently forward to wrench myself free from my invisible captors. “Leinna." The voice cut through the chaos, but I kept fighting. “Leinna, listen to me. You're safe." "Alaric?" The name was like a key that made the rigid tension in my muscles snap, and my resistance collapsed. My eyes fluttered open, instantly squinting against the blinding lances of sunlight pouring through a nearby window. As I gasped for air, the rich, sharp scent of damp earth flooded my senses. The cool oxygen rushed into my lungs, revitalizing my aching body with a strange, electrifying intensity. Blinking rapidly against the glare, my focus shifted from the wooden ceiling down to the figure h

Melani’s Pov Riverstone pack 10 years ago The first slap didn’t even register as pain; it was just a sudden, blinding white flash. My head whipped sideways, a piercing shriek echoing in my eardrums as the room smeared into a dizzying blur. I kept my eyes locked on the floor as I withdrew. I knew the rules. "Look at me." My stomach dropped, but I forced my chin up. Mother’s face was a mask of pure venom, her lips curled in a sneer of utter disgust. "You humiliated me." "I'm... sorry, Mother." “Sorry?" she hissed, stalking forward like a predator. "Do you think a pathetic apology rewrites today?" I bit down on the inside of my cheek until the metallic tang of blood flooded my tongue before choking back the sob burning my throat. She despised tears and saw them as a fatal weakness. “Fayal decimated her opponent in front of the entire clan," Mother spat, her voice dripping with envy. "They cheered for her. They called her a true heir to Alpha Kayak's blood." I backed a

ENISA'S POV Silverstone pack "Well, if this is what training looks like, it really must be blissful for you, Enisa." A cocky smile curved Melani's lips as she spoke, her tone dripping with amusement. Zaden's grasp on me loosened, and he helped me back onto my feet. "What brings you here?" He hummed. "Curiosity." The answer came easily. She strolled leisurely into the training pit, her hands clasped behind her back, her spine perfectly straight, and was wearing the same combat attire I had changed into, paired with black leather boots. Her gaze drifted upward toward the vaulted ceiling high above us. Sunlight poured through the openings near the roof in thick golden columns, cutting through the haze of dust suspended in the air. The drifting particles danced lazily around her as she walked, giving her the appearance of someone stepping onto a stage rather than entering a training ground. "Tell me, Zaden. How long has it been since you fought someone at your l

ENISA's POV The wooden practice blade sliced through the humid morning air, stopping a fraction of an inch from my throat. I was already bent double, hands on my knees, gasping for air. Zaden's breathing remained steady, entirely unaffected by the grueling hour we had spent in the training pit. "Drop your chin, Enisa," he said, his voice leveled but laced with the sharp edge of experience. "You leave your neck exposed like that, and you're dead in the water.” I pushed myself upright, arms trembling. I forced my foot forward into a defensive stance, but my muscles screamed in protest. I simply couldn't keep up. My reaction times were lagging, my boots dragging heavily through the packed dirt. "I'm trying," I panted, wiping the sweat from my eyes with the back of a dirt-streaked forearm. "Everything just moves too fast." "Combat isn't about speed," he countered, taking a slow step closer. "It's about anticipation and the economy of movement. You're wasting energy by overthi

ENISA'S POV Silverstone pack The first thing I registered was the cold. It wasn’t a gentle, creeping chill, but a violent, gasping shock that slammed into my chest, stealing the air right out of my lungs. I bolted upright, choking on a lungful of water that burned my nose. My eyes snapped open as a freezing torrent of water crashed over me, turning the world into a blinding, soaking haze. Cascading down my wet, matted hair, into my nightgown and plastering it against my shivering body. Drenching the blanket, pillow, and every inch of my exposed skin. I sputtered, coughing as a stray rivulet rushed up my nose and itching down the back of my throat. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Disoriented and blind, I frantically swiped the wet hair out of my eyes, the motion doing nothing to stop the heavy droplets from stinging my cheeks. I was drowning on dry land. "What in the name of seven hells!" I shrieked, the words catching on a sob of pure, unadulter