Alphonse Elric Brotherhood Novels & Stories

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

James came to sit next to her and laid a hand on her back. “I can’t believe this happened,” she said. “Chris is the most careful and diligent person I know. He doesn’t make careless mistakes and he’s never been reckless.” James was well inclined to agree. Even when they were all younger, he’d always been more of the daredevil between the two. Chris acted more as the voice of reason. Dr. Fairmont made it a point to say that Chris had been acting recklessly, but the two of them knew better. “You’ve got that right,” a younger man spoke out. “My name is Philip. I’m one of the guys on Chris’ team. And I’m here to tell you that what happened to your brother was no accident.”

he asked again, voice low and hard, the kind of tone that left no room for games. The man raised his hands slowly, palms open in a gesture meant to calm. “Easy, son. Name’s Elias. I used to be the pack healer here, back before I had to disappear. About eleven years ago.” Knox moved to my other side, restless energy rolling off him like heat from a fire. “How do you know her name? How do you know any of this? You better start making sense fast.”

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

"You think you’re in a position to grant me anything? My wife bled for this land. My brother-in-law was hunted like a dog. My son... my son was marked by your greed before he even took his first breath." "We want peace, Alpha," another lord whispered. He was younger, his face pale with fear. "The Void... it’s hungry. If we don't unite, it will swallow us all." I took a step closer to him, my height towering over him. I let the wolf push to the surface, my eyes burning with a hot, golden light that made him stumble back.

Evelyn’s POV I stared at the surveillance feed, my palms damp, and my breath uneven. There he was — my brother. Venice. Once, he had been the strongest wolf of our lineage — a natural alpha with unmatched strength, the kind of power that could silence other wolves with a single growl. Now, on the surveillance feed before me, all that remained was a crazed shadow of that pride. The Mad Wolf Disease had twisted him into something unrecognizable. His fur, once a lustrous steel-gray, was now patchy and coarse. His golden eyes, once intense and confident, flickered wildly — chaotic, feral, and devoid of life.

Iris’s POV Easton Andersen, the future Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack, my big brother, will be back home today. I was informed by Noah, the son of our Beta David, also Easton’s close friend. Hmm..Of course, I don’t believe he is here for Olivia’s birthday party, that’s my mother, not his. When I last saw him was 2 months ago, and the last words I got from him were" Fuck off".He hates Olivia, and he hates me, even though I thought he loved me three years ago.

And she looked so happy, happier than she had ever looked around him in a long time. "Alphonsus is my little brother. The one who would be taking over the kingdom after I am gone. He is a cheerful and free spirited soul, but is not fond of females at all. It appears he has taken a liking to your..." She hesitated, just for good dramatic effect. "Assistant." Lancelot felt himself flinch, his eyes fixed on them. "I can imagine."

“You mean Eric, your brother who killed the alpha of a pack and your advisor, Bernard, who is in the dungeon now rattling with chains and unable to escape?” “You mean that oracle?” Ronan mocked. “No. That’s not the oracle. Eric is dead!” Lucien snapped out. Ronan lifted his hand to pat his head like a baby, his eyes going soft on him and his lips pouted out, “Sorry to break it to you head of all devils, but the man that has always been in hiding all this while, giving you instructions from the dark, is no one but your brother, the Eric that you thought you killed.”

But there was another sensation there, too: the urge to shift and run, to hunt down his traitorous sister and bring her to justice. But before he could act on it, we heard shouting from the edge of the crowd. The other Alphas came running toward us, their warriors close behind. “We saw the flames,” Alpha Fabian called out as they approached. “What happened? Are you all right?” Chris filled them in on what had transpired. Relief that our allies had come, even if it was too late to catch Olivia and Elise, washed over me. Although, I couldn’t help but feel anger over Patrick’s betrayal.