Alphonse Elric Brotherhood Novels & Stories

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

They were placid, but there was something bubbling beneath the surface-something I couldn't quite place. "Then why do you continue to bring it up, **brother**?" I asked, the word sharp, deliberate. His eyes darkened infinitesimally at the word. "Call me Alph," he said, his voice low, almost a command. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. "Why not? You are my brother." "Because I said so." I crossed my arms, feeling my irritation flare. "You're my brother, so I'll call you brother—"

I could tell that he was using every shred of control he had left to stop himself from hitting me back as I punched him in the midriff yet again, feeling the pain bounce all the way to my elbow and licking my lips when he staggered back, spitting out a large ball of blood. “Enough!” My brother hissed, his ivory-white fangs flashing before I shook my head, flashing my fangs right back at him as my wolf banged against my restraints, itching to be let go. “Enough?! How the fuck can you stand there and say that?! Don't you see what you've caused?!” I raved, mad with rage knowing that my eyes had turned fully red by now. “Don't you see the cages, Anthony? Alfred is FUCKING GONE! HE WAS WORKING WI

"The path that was laid out for Ral has already been set in motion. It is not for us to alter the course of events. The Elf King's destiny is entwined with the fate of the world, and his absence now would have far-reaching consequences. His growth and strength are crucial to the battles that will unfold centuries from now. We cannot risk altering the timeline by intervening in his fate. You have to let this go.” Alaric's face twisted in a mask of rage as he gazed down at Zedekiel's trembling form. The spear still hovered over the young man's heart, its tip quivering with the force of his unbridled anger. His mind raced with a maelstrom of emotions: rage, hurt, betrayal, and sorrow all swirli

The Luna sighed, picked the bracelet back up, and slid it on again, thoughtful. "Why haven't I heard about this? Which lucky wolf is it?" I pressed my lips together and gave his name. "Graham Lyall. Your second son." At that, the Luna sat up straight. She had two sons. The elder was Damien Lyall, who carried the Lycan bloodline and would be the next Alpha. The younger was Graham Lyall, solitary by nature and a formidable fighter.

And as if fate was enjoying their misfortune, the woman they hold dear is one of the race they have sworn to exterminate, a witch. Alphonse closed his eyes and sighed as he thought about the course of event that happened today. He looked at his brother that seemed to torture greatly over this matter and worried about him, feeling guilty over the fact that he only cared about Eleanor's situation. He opened the medicine bottle, sat beside him and handed it to him as he finally broke the silence, "For now, let's take care of you brother, shall we? here take this."

More visible. "Tell me about your brother," I said. "Not the pack version. The real version." His expression shifted—not closed, but careful. "Why?" "Because you're the one who'll give me the version that costs him something to tell. And I think I need that version." A long moment. "He's—" Dominic stopped. Tried again. "He's the most honest person I've ever known, and the most reckless, and those things are not separate. He runs toward the things that are dangerous because he doesn't have the—the friction I have. The hesitation." Something moved in his jaw. "When our father died, I took the Alpha role because it was what the pack needed and what I was built for. Rafe—couldn't stay. He needed

The image filled the display: Ava and Mason, locked in a kiss, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp illuminating their intertwined forms. It was clear, undeniable. Her heart plummeted. Below the picture, stark white text burned into her vision: “So our good girl Ava isn’t really who she is. Does this mean she’s having a secret affair with Mason, her best friend’s brother, or is it just the influence of the alcohol from this party?” The words twisted in her gut, venomous and cruel. “Best friend’s brother.”The anonymous sender knew. Knew everything.

"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.