Alphonse Elric Brotherhood Novels & Stories

"She's mentally unstable! She's gone crazy after that rehabilitation place. Everyone can see it but you!" "Argh!" Before Selene could finish her next sentence, my brother lunged forward with supernatural speed. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall hard enough to crack the plaster. Her feet dangled several inches above the floor. "Eth—can't—breathe—" she gasped, clawing at his hand. His eyes had shifted partially, the irises glowing Alpha-red with such cold murderous intent that even Selene stopped struggling for a moment. She'd never seen this side of him before—the true predator beneath the civilized exterior.

As the kids disappeared up the stairs, the tension snapped, and without warning, I lunged at my brother. My hands wrapped around his throat, fury driving every muscle in my body. But as I tightened my grip, Alphonce didn’t even flinch. Instead, he smiled, a twisted, mocking grin that only fueled my rage. He didn’t care—about me, about the pack, about anything. He was here for his own reasons, and he wasn’t afraid. Then he spoke, and his words were like a blade cutting through me. “After killing my mate, who was carrying my pup, you still have the audacity to claim anything?”

“Wait so grandpa Thierry was killed by his own brother?” “Yes, uncle Thomas wanted to be the alpha of the pack so he teamed up with our other uncle, Alastor. Alastor was mom’s and aunt Kat’s brother. He had killed grandpa Lux and we had thought grandma Celestia. Uncle Alastor had been the one behind the attacks on silver dragons for their powers.” “Our family doesn’t sound very nice.”

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

ALPHA ELEO’S POV I saw the sudden clenching of Alpha Theodore’s fists and I wondered what was that all about. Why would the troop of Luna Betty’s pack come? “You mean the pack of Luna Betty’s brother?” Alpha Theodore asked in a calculated voice. “Yes, Alpha Theodore, his Alpha Brother is with her,” the warrior of Alpha Theodore replied with a worried voice. I do not know what happened between him and his second Luna and I wanted to ask, without looking like a nosy man.

She still looked a little confused, but I did my best to press on. “After the Elfin fell, a small group of wolf brothers broke off from their pack and ventured into Elfin lands to scavenge for any surviving spells. Legend has it that they found an injured elf, killed it, and shared its flesh and blood between themselves. Once they were done, they fell into a deep sleep and woke up new creatures, made a hundred times more powerful by their Elvin meal. They returned to their lands and became a terror, each of them more cruel and powerful than the next. They wreaked havoc on not just the wolven communities, but the Lycan, Cat, and Bear shifters recorded numerous casualties. As their power escal

They had grown up attached to the hip and he had always felt like his younger brother was stronger than him. However, that did not bother him because Alaric would never be next in line for he was an illegitimate child. At 21, when his wolf presented, Eutychus was surprised to discover that his half-brother was actually a hybrid. He was confused at first but then a part of him was glad that his brother wasnt as perfect as he carried himself and when it was time to send him packing, Eutychus did not bat an eyelash, now his father had the perfect son, the perfect heir.

The Wild Monster of the borders, the name mothers in the northern territories used to make children behave. Be quiet, or the Wild Monster will find you. I had never once imagined he'd look like this. "You're Lucian." "And my idiot brother," he said, his thumb still resting against the brand like he was memorizing the shape of it, "is going to pay for this in blood. I promise you that."

The entries grow darker, detailing the increasingly hostile meetings with Alexander, cryptic warnings about alliances that never truly felt like alliances. “He’s dangerous,” one entry warns, “A wolf in sheep’s clothing. I don’t trust him. But what choice do I have? For the pack and my friends, I have to play along.” I skim the rest of the journal, but it’s the final entry that stops me cold. “If anything happens to me, it won’t be an accident. Protect Agatha and her brother at all costs. She’s the key to all of this.” My stomach drops. I have a brother? The realization hits me like a freight train. Who is this brother? What Europeans are they talking about? What friends? What family are they

Alyssa's voice took on a mysterious edge, gripping our attention, "the Youngest Brother, known as the Lord of Malevolence. A master of shadows and cunning, he embraced the darker aspects of their existence. With a mind as sharp as a blade, he ventured into the depths of darkness to achieve his goals. His strategies were relentless, cloaked in mystery like the shifting tides of fate." As Alyssa concluded her narration, a shadow fell over Lucian's face. I sensed the weight of knowledge and responsibility he carried regarding this brother. Intrigue and concern mingled within me, urging me to uncover more. The pieces of the puzzle were aligning, and I yearned to unearth the truths that lay hidde