D_RegalInsomniac

If you like this then you'd definitely love my new book [Picking Up Beautiful Girls In A post apocalyptic World!]. Please check it out!

Separated at a young age after losing both their parents in a car crash; these two brothers lived completely different lives and went through completely different experiences.

Now in a new world of elves, goblins and magic; and on opposing sides of a centuries old war, watch how they grow strong and fight new foes all in the hopes of gaining more power to take control over their own lives.

But the powers that be won't make things easy for them, nor will they be given power without a price....




Posting schedule: One chapter will be posted everyday at 12:00pm EMT.

Please leave your your thoughts and expectations in the comments section.....I really value them

This is a war novel, so there will be violence, explicit battles and the occasional blood and gore....Be forewarned.

Thanks for coming and I hope to see you in the review section.....


Update...
The new volume (volume 2) is going to take a few chapters to grt into the real fight scenes, and may be a bit slow at first, but I promise it's going to be spectacular to read as things even out.

P.S.That's only if you like blood and monsters ..

D_RegalInsomniac

My Brother Is A Warlord

Aran greeted the lieutenant sitting at the reception desk as he passed her by, he flashed her a smile, watching with barely concealed amusement as she blushed up a storm.

He got to a door at the end of the hallway with the words 'General Drake' written in a block font, and after he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, he entered.

"Aran. Glad to see you're back. How was your trip?"

General Drake sat behind an oak desk, his lithe figure somehow taking up most of it by sheer presence alone. He had his coat hanging on the seat-rest behind him and had rolled up the sleeves of the white undershirt. Around him, the numerous papers and documents he had to deal with painted the table in a sea of white.

Once again, Aran was grateful he turned down the offer to be a general

"It was a burial, General. How do you think it went?" Aran took a seat and relaxed into it.

DREAMING OF NIGHTMARES