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

WIlly knife flew through the air and sliced into the right eye of a guard. The soldier collapsed to the ground with a shout, rolling and writhing while trying to get eh knife out. The other soldier managed to get close to her but she kicked the punch he aimed at her to the side before rolling with the momentum and wrapping her legs around his neck.

The soldier dropped to the ground and Willy got off him. She looked around and saw the Raven had escaped. She shrugged and walked up to the soldier who was still screaming on the floor. She placed her leg on his chest and dragged the knife out of his eyes;

She plunged her knife into his throat and his shouting stopped. She then got off him and cleaned the knife on his cloth before skipping deeper into the city.

THE LAST YEAR