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

Quinn opened his eyes to darkness. A wide area of nothingness stared back at him. His body felt heavy, his mind clear.

"Quinn," a voice spoke out to him and he turned around. Standing there, with her hair tied into a knot and her hand on her sword, Helga smiled at him.

She stretched a hand out to him, "Please. Catch me, Quinn"

Quinn didn't move from his spot. He knew the truth before he even opened his eyes. He knew this was a lie.

"You're dead," he said. Though he wondered about his sanity if he was now reduced to speaking to ghosts, "I saw you die with my own eyes"

The spectral image smiled, "Am I?"

Quinn woke up in a cold sweat and groaned as he sat up in bed. The bed sheet fell down his naked chest and he felt the draft from the window prickle his body.

WAR OF WORDS