Bram Bsd Novels & Stories

The grounds were immaculate, green as far as the eye could see until they reached the front of the house where the garden bloomed. There was a gazebo off to the side in the back that could be barely seen as they pulled up to the gate. The sign outside had the name and number of the dealer, and he pulled his phone. Gramps was all but jumping in his seat, and he didn't wait for his grandson, just opened the passenger door and hopped out. "Yeah, I'm here at the place on Bakersridge? I need you to come out here and let me in." "The place on the hill?"

“Tell me, my darlings… what have you learned about our mysterious little Watchers?” Behind me, Bram was fiddling with a dagger-turned-screwdriver he’d been using to adjust some kind of wrist-mounted explosive. “Personally, I think they’re kind of awesome. Explosives and divine prophecy? Sign me up.” Corin gave him a flat look. “We’re not a fireworks show.” “You say that,” Bram muttered, “but if I had enough phosphorous—” “Focus,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. “Lazriel’s right. We need to talk about what we learned.”

Miko’s number one henchman. “Bram.” I greet him with a tight-lipped half smile. My gaze wandered from head to toe and back up again. Bram was a large male, werebear, with eyes like honey and hair that matched. He smiled at me, but that panty-melting smirk that would have any woman swooning didn’t do it for me.

You are one of eighty-nine that we know of and the number grows every month. Your name is Bram and you are forty-four years old and you have been suppressed since before your memory and three months ago the suppression cleared and you shifted for the first time and you are not broken and you are not alone and some people understand exactly what the past three months have been like and what comes next. You found us through the web because the web is yours as much as it is anyone’s. It has been there since the restoration and it led you here and you followed it. That was exactly right.

I don't know when the prayer will come true, I won't give up, I will continue to pray, this heart says Bram needs me. Bram seems to have two different personalities. Sometimes conscious, sometimes not. Suddenly his attitude is cold and indifferent, it seems like the magic is not finished. When he realizes all the mistakes he has made, there is a pool of water in his eyes. Suddenly it changes again, I don't know what happened to him. He once said, "I don't know what's wrong with me, Mia." His eyes are tired, his facial expression is confused, he doesn't understand what happened to himself.

Bram took his place before the gathering, shoulders squared. "I accept this honor with humility," he said, voice carrying across the clearing. "And I bring revelations long overdue." He beckoned to a young man hovering at the edge of the firelight. "Meet Brandon. My son." A collective intake of breath rippled through the pack. "I had my reasons for secrecy," Bram continued, "but those reasons end tonight." He raised his cup. "To the fiercest, most loyal pack these mountains have ever known." Throaty howls answered him.

“Sounds like your gran and Agatha would get on.” He cracks a real smile then, quick and fleeting. “Maybe so. But Agatha can outdrink any wolf in this pack—don’t let her fool you.” She turns, more curious now. “So you’ve been here a while?” “Long enough,” he says. “Name’s Bram. I fix things, break things, mostly keep my head down. Easier that way.” Thalia glances down at the bone-handled axe, at Bram’s rough hands. “You trust anyone here, Bram?”

"I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chips at me and will start to

Bram is trying to help me sabotage Alpha Kalean’s forces. “Goddess,” I whisper aloud. “This could change everything.”

"And he's never seen the three of us. You said it... this has never happened before. That means he's never fought it. Everything he knows, he doesn't know this." Maren's eyes did the thing where the pride and the grief sat side by side. "No," she said. "He doesn't." "That's the only edge we have," I said. "It's a thin one. We use it before he learns the shape of it, because the moment he does, it's gone." Bram had gone up to the high stones at first light to read the country. He came down faster than he'd gone up. "We have a problem."