8 Brothers Novels & Stories

Ian (Dad) replays from the other side of the room "Okay, Umm question. How many brothers do I have? "I asked causing Chase to chuckles as he walks into the room and said "Enough to keep everyone away from you" I looked at him worried but sigh out a relief when Ian spoke and I went back to my game "You have 5 brothers Damian who's 25 and Chase who's 23 who you already met and then there's Liam who's 21 and then the twins Oliver and Elliot who's 17 and if any one of them bothers you, you come to me and I'll sort them out" I giggled at the last words it's like they think I can't take care of myself.

“Ah. I guess that’s probably a good idea.” “Yeah.” “So do you have any other siblings?” “Yeah. I have another older brother, Colby. He’s three years older than me, and a younger brother, Braxton. He’s three years younger than me. What about you? Any brothers or sisters." "Girl my family is so big we could be a small pack on our own.” “Seriously?” “Nah. I am the second youngest of ten though.” “TEN!” “Yeah. My parents mated right out of high school, and the first one of us was born within a year of being mated. Every two years another one of us came along. I have four older brothers, four older sisters, and one younger sister.”

The word brothers kept repeating in Sophia’s mind again and again. She looked at the three men, Alexander, Damian, and Lorenzo. searching their faces for anything she recognized, something she could believe. “No,” she said quietly, her hand shaking as she held the knife. “That can’t be true. I would remember. I would know if I had brothers.” Alexander’s expression softened, but there was sadness in his eyes. “You were very little when it happened,” he said gently. “We were older. You might remember us as the boys who played with you in the garden, who built blanket forts, who read you bedtime stories.”

I'm your second oldest brother , I'm 27 and my name is Anthon" Said the one whom I hugged at the funeral "I'm the third oldest brother Liam and I'm 25" And then two guys spoke together "We are twins , I'm Karen and I'm kabir we are 24" they said "Lilith introduce yourself to them" Aunt said. "Hello I'm Lilith and I'm 14" I said while looking down I was really nervous they all looked so intimidating and not gonna lie I was scared of their aura "We will leave for New York tonight Pack your important stuff coz we can buy all the other thing over there " Victor said and I mumbled "okay"

Angela retorted, though a smile tugged at her lips. I was speechless for a moment, trying to process the number. “Six brothers?” I finally asked. Musa nodded again, a proud grin spreading across his face. “Are you counted among the six?” “No, I’m the middle child—the fourth son. So that makes seven of us in total.” “That’s… scary,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. Musa laughed out loud. “You have nothing to worry about. We can be intimidating, but only when it comes to protecting our little sister.”

Uncle Noam is the youngest of my father's brothers. There are seven of them; seven Aglauros brothers that are now in charge of passing the generational wealth of their parents. Namely: Nicodemus Aglauros, Nehemiah Aglauros, Nicander Aglauros, Neptune Aglauros, Nanzio Aglauros, Naveen Aglauros, and Noam Aglauros.

Dads been asking the elders about what is happening but nobody seems to understand as this hasn’t happened before. Apparently wolves have been known to find their second chance mates while they’re still with their first destined mate but they’ve never known it to be between brothers. They’re not even sure if that should be possible. Nowhere in any of the history books written of our kind is there even one mention of this.

"I was told the Thorne brothers were the pillars of the North. Surely you can push harder than that." ​Ryker’s eyes flared silver. "You asked for it!" ​The four brothers attacked in a coordinated frenzy. It was a masterpiece of violence, a whirlwind of claws, kicks, and strikes. Yet, to Elara’s disbelief, Caleb didn't throw a single punch. He blocked, he parried, and he deflected. He moved with a "Grounded" efficiency, his feet never leaving the center of the circle. Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian.

“I’m not going through that again. Here, sign it before anybody changes their mind.” Nikolai smiled. “Are you referring to me or to yourself?” “I don’t go back on my word. I’m not like your damn brother.” “My brother?” Nikolai ůsaid, frowning. He had five of them, the youngest being six year old. There was also an eight-year-old and a twelve-year-old and the oldest next to him were nineteen-year-old twins. He loved all his brothers, though they were rather loud and annoying, especially the younger ones, but he couldn’t figure out how Akari knew any of them or what she might have against them.

"You don't look like a club person" "I don't go there often, but I needed somewhere noisy. It stops me from thinking" he mouthed, twisting his tongue against his cheeks. Rachael felt those words. He was indeed in pain. Losing a brother was too hard for him. She wanted to tell him it was going to be fine, but she said nothing because it wasn't going to help.