4 Brothers 2 Release Date Novels & Stories

Aiden, Zander, Liam, and Matthew stood side by side, their expressions unreadable but their presence overwhelming. Emma froze, her heart racing in fear. “Oh no,” she whispered. David swallowed nervously, looking between the brothers and Mia. “Who are they?” Mia hesitated, glancing at her stepbrothers before answering. “They’re… my stepbrothers.” David blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback. “Step Brothers? I didn’t know you had step brothers.” Aiden stepped forward, his voice calm but laced with warning. “We’re very protective of Mia.”

I was still in my daze when I felt the effect of his heavy pounch on me, bursting my lips in the process. "You should watch your words! Don't talk to me as if I'm your slave! I'm not! I'm your brother!" With every word coming from him, I couldn't help but laugh even though I felt pain on my bursted lips. "Do you act like one? I've stopped considering yourself as my brother since five years ago! You are nothing but a murderer and a betrayer!" I spat to his face as his attack on me brought the past memories that hit me hard.

“Fourth brother has betrayed us, but we cannot allow him to fall like a chicken. He needs a hero’s exit. That is why the Caprios must take the fall for his death. He has served our group too diligently to end up a forgotten warrior. Any objections?” Good! Since none of the others have any objection, we can proceed according to plan. All I need is for us to get the best out of this deal. Once everything is sorted, we will get more territories to honor our fourth brother. Now, we only need to wait for the events to unfold.

Kane leaned heavily against the wall, gripping my crystal so tightly it trembled in his hand. Suddenly, it lit up again. I glanced over—it was Karl. My third elder brother. Karl, the genius werewolf doctor with eyes as sharp as moonlit blades, could identify any herb by scent alone. Just four days ago, I had found him a rare moonwart, a plant he had searched tirelessly for—hoping to ease the suffering of pack members during the full moon.

It was surreal. Ashwin returned from tidying the twins' room, standing behind the couch with his arms crossed. "So… you all are really Ishaan’s brothers?" Aarav leaned back. "The last four, yeah." Ishaan let out a slow, reluctant sigh. "Meet my younger brothers—Aarav, Rian, Dev, and Samir." Dev glanced at Ashwin, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And you are…?" "Ashwin," Ishaan answered before Ashwin could, his tone making it clear the topic wasn’t up for discussion.

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

“I’m giving her three days before she quits.” “Bo Two,” Nolan laughs. “One,” I counter it. “Bet?” I grin. “Always.” We keep skating, pushing harder, moving faster. Every pass is perfect. Every shot has precision. This is what we were built for. No one outside this rink knows the truth, but every move we make carries the control we learned from hiding what we are. We are werewolves. Four of us. Brothers bound by blood and that one secret.

We do a little choreography and finish by posing and opening our shirts in turn to reveal the message on our T-shirts that reveals our secret: Axel: FUTURES Zayn: BIG Seth: BROTHERS Scott: from a PRINCESS Me: Baby due in July. Surprise grows on the faces of my companions, then emotion wets each of their faces. They take their sons in their arms and congratulate them, before embracing me in turn. - One? realizes Dereck, the first. - Yes, but she's very special," I smile. She has the DNA of all four of her fathers. It's the shock that's now painted on their faces.

the boys deadpanned. “Six months” “5 days” “One month” “Alright, none at all” “Ok, ok. We take one week. One week of NO pranks and that involves no “accidentally” setting off firecrackers on our wolves’ tails,” my poor Dads dealt. “Ok ! Deal dads. Now we gotta go !! See ya later, genius,” my goofy brothers called out. “Woah thanks, guys ! Me likey,” I replied genuinely flattered. What ? They called me a genius !

"My brothers cannot." ​She looked at the three Grave-Knights as they prepared for a final, coordinated pounce. ​"Caleb, give me the ground," she whispered. "Brothers, hold them for ten more seconds. Just ten seconds."