Alphonse Elric Brotherhood Novels & Stories

"There has been no sight of them?" Ishild asked her son, who paced before her. He shook his head. "Nothing. After he revealed his dragon form, they seemed to have disappeared into thin air," he replied angrily. Elric…and Saffron had been within his grasp. He had underestimated his brother's affections for the mender. Well, his brother had continually underestimated him, and he nearly had his cocky, older sibling.

Hudson muttered. “ Yeah sure” Alvara replied, letting out a deep sad sigh. “ Did your Mom ever mentioned him to you? “ Hudson asked, his gaze fixed on Alvara. “ Well, she normally tells me he’s no more so I thought he was dead but he wasn’t actually” Alvara replied. “ What happened to him then? “ Hudson couldn’t help but ask. “ My Mom said, he was a member of the Brotherhood and 18yrs ago, a weird eclipse led to the disappearance of all members of the Brotherhood which…… my dad is sure among. I don’t even know if he’s alive or not” Alvara replied in a sad tone.

There was definitely a story behind it. As for him being Orion's brother, I was still in shock but I found herself comparing them both once again now that I knew they were brothers. They were so different. One was scary, the other was nice. One was attentive, the other was a jerk. The difference was clear. I felt really stupid for reacting like that to the news and I knew without anyone telling me that I owed the Alpha an apology. "Luna," Bruce called out to me but I didn't hear him, not until he tapped my shoulder.

Elric reached for me, but I stepped back. “Don’t.” I hissed. “Liam,” I whispered. My best friend, my brother in everything but blood and the Omega who concealed as Beta who’d held my hand after Elion died, who’d wept at my brother’s funeral. Liam, whose scent I’d always known to have none... not this, not floral. Elric ran a hand through his hair, avoiding my gaze. “Eli, I—” Elric began.. But I cut him off .“Congratulations, Alpha,” I said, my voice cold and flat. “You’ve created a masterpiece. Liam as your artist.”

he states simply, like I should have guessed that. “What pack? Where are you from? How many of you are there?” I ask. Instead of a reply, Alaric steps into my space, and my breath halts as he breathes in a deep breath of my scent and closes his eyes for a second. He reaches his hand down between us, hovering his fingers over my cheek. “I can’t touch you yet, El, but soon you will be mine.” I don’t have a reply for that… anything I’ve learnt about males is that they like to cause pain and name it love. He lowers his hand, the screams outside fading off. “Have you heard of the Alpha Brothers?”

“I can’t answer that. Both are Alphas. Both are my duty. But only one is my loyalty.” I froze. “Who?” He didn’t answer. I stepped closer, fists clenched. “Tell me!” His jaw tightened. “Alpha Jaxon. Always because I serve him” I sucked in a breath. My stomach twisted violently. The room felt too thin right now. I thought about Damien, pale, poisoned, lying in pain somewhere. And Jaxon, bloodied and furious, ready to destroy himself for his brother. My lips parted. My choice trembled on the edge of my tongue.

in the council. - My older brother is called Dimion Shadow. He is the alpha of alphas.

“Tell me you didn't make this happen. Tell me you're innocent!” He remained silent. After a long moment, he gently pried my fingers off his shirt, opened the door, and walked away without looking back. I watched him disappear down the corridor as memories flooded my mind. That night, when Soren, one of Draven's younger brothers, looked me straight in the eyes, gave me that strange, unsettling smile, and walked away like a man who had just been betrayed. “She didn't do that. She couldn't have.” A woman's voice drifted through the hallway. More voices followed, blending into meaningless noise as my vision blurred with tears.

I couldn’t let him. My brother growled, stepping into my space. “You dare yell at me because of my wife? Don’t forget I’m still the Alpha King of this Pack! No one questions my actions.” I chuckled bitterly. “No one dares to, until you murder an innocent woman… until you start a war between witches and werewolves!” He froze. “You forget, she's the daughter of...” “Enough!” he cut me off, rubbing his hand through his short, black hair in frustration. Mine, long and falling to my shoulders, felt heavy as hell.

I fought with everything I had, covered in blood, and held the line until Lucas and my brothers made it back. That battle left me on the verge of death; I lay in the infirmary for three full months. Lucas and my brothers knelt by my bed, weeping. Lucas held my hand, trembling as he asked if I would be his Luna. He said I saved the whole pack, that I was the bravest she-wolf. My brothers also swore that Seraphina, that coward, had been removed from the family tree. From then on, they said, I was their only sister.