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

The first signs of snow fell from the sky and glided towards Quinn's outstretched hand. He watched from his balcony as they covered the area in white, blanketing his city.

"Your 9 o'clock is here, my Lord" Sebas spoke up from behind him and he turned to regard the man standing there. His appointment was with Lord Frieda, and the man seemed far more relaxed than he was the previous day.

He wasn't here for another battle.

"Can help you, Frieda?" Quinn asked

"Yes. I was wondering if you would indulge me in a contest of sorts"

Frieda nodded, "Our soldiers are getting slightly pent-up from all the quiet and I wondered if they could stretch their muscles a little."

"Oh," Quinn nodded in understanding. He was already feeling slightly uncomfortable with how quiet things were. He didn't remember the last time he wasn't either training, fighting, or killing, "What did you have in mind?"

DUEL