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 draped on a robe and turned to leave the room.

"I have to go, but I'll be back soon. Get some rest, okay"

"Be careful," Helga said, coming from behind him.

The land was desolate and the air dry. There was a blood-red moon in the sky and a stark silence filled the region.

From the center of the dessert, a tremor could be felt sweeping through the land and into the very core of the earth. The sand began to dance and bounce around as a hole slowly opened up, swallowing up a large amount of the sand as it widened.

A large circle rose from the ground, creating a platform. Once it did, the tremors stopped and a foot stepped onto the platform.

"For as the master wishes, so do the beast wish"

Apophane looked like a drop of snow upon the red sand in the spirit realm, his robe billowed in the wind as he turned and rose his hand up.

FIGHTING WITH YOUR PRIDE