Angel Dust's Brother Novels & Stories

Elara’s Pov “Who… who are you?” I choked out. He looked back at the Silver Moon Pack house with hate in his eyes. “I am Dante Vane, your brother. And I am the man who is going to burn that house to the ground for what they did to my sister.” His voice was deep and steady, the kind of voice that people instinctively obey. Brother? That word felt ridiculous against the howling wind. I tried to laugh, but it turned into a jagged cough as mud filled my throat. “I don’t have brothers,” I wheezed. “My family is dead. Traitors, they called them.”

Angelo said, hating the words as they came out from his mouth. “Well, we need to find her. She may know something we don’t.” Draven said that them. “Does she have a family at all?” “Yeah. She has a little brother, but their parents died and she’s been taking care of him ever since” Angelo said he didn’t like that he was telling them things about her but if he didn’t then Draven would not leave him alone. “Well, we need to meet her. She was always with Amanda. She knows something. She may have heard something from Amanda and Tatiana, ” Alfonso said, looking at his brother.

” I’m fully protected there. “There is nothing like fully protected.” She frowns. “You know what I take it back. This isn’t my doing. It’s your stupid adopted brother’s doing.” She gets angry. “How dare the idiot treat you like a commodity? I’m not one to wish death on anybody, but some souls ought to have gone from this earth by now.” “Don’t say that, Angie.” I laugh. “He seems to be on a low though. I haven’t seen him around. The idiot is probably hiding to avoid paying his gambling debts.”

“Angie. Do you need something from me?” Angie stood there and looked at her with pursed lips. “My flight is in the evening. I’m going back to Southeast Asia soon. My brother is dead, and among those who followed my brother, some of them switched sides to another gang, while some are waiting for me to go back. In the future, I may never come to Mediania again.” Angie’s voice drifted in the wind. It was very light but clear and somewhat poignant. Nicole said, “Have a safe trip.”

"Once again, I feel sorry for Lindsay. She was betrayed so early on." "With this matching couple’s pendants as solid proof, let's see how that second brother will try to spin this." "Is he going to claim he gave them to both separately?" "Haha, as the person above mentioned, it's not impossible." "That would mean he's helping outsiders while undermining his own sister." "I can't believe Justin is this kind of person—a cheating scumbag." "Angel steals someone’s brother and doesn't even spare her boyfriend. Impressive!" "Biological brother siding with outsiders to bully his actual sister. Scumbag."

“Only that she holds something very precious to me, but sadly I need to leave before the sisters sends out their pets for me.” “Are you talking about the sisters of fate?” “Well of course I am, but no, they will not help you in anyway. They are not allowed to use their sight to be able to help you, but I’ll tell them that you said hi. I need to go.” I watched him leaving, leaving me with the question on what was he talking about when he said that my baby was holding onto something precious in her, but what could that be? “Brother, what is wrong? You should be happy that we now have Azrael on our side, and not working with Lucifer.”

“I got bored. I want a real mate now. I want Maya.” “So it’s just a game to you? I meant nothing?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep the torrent of tears from blinding me. He flared his nostrils in distaste. “I am the Alpha’s brother, the Gamma of the Crescent Moon pack. Why would I be with you? The unwanted, wolf-less girl? My father would disown me. The pack would banish me to the rogues!” Before he could finish, I acted instinctively. My hand connected with his cheek with a stinging smack.

“From tonight, you are mine. My wife. My trophy. My property. You will warm my bed, bear my children, and learn exactly what it means to belong to Azrael Calderón.” I jerked my face away. “I’ll never submit to you.” His chuckle was dark and rich. “We’ll see. The jet leaves in one hour. Try to run, and I’ll have your brother’s throat slit before sunrise. Understand?” The threat landed like a punch. My younger brother, Elias — the only person I had left who still felt like family. Azrael knew exactly where to strike. I swallowed hard, tears burning my eyes. “I hate you.”

And suddenly she hated how true it all sounded. Ethan continued quietly. "When you left him, you should have walked away with your own life." His jaw tightened.."Instead, he made sure you walked away with nothing." The anger in his voice surprised her because it wasn't directed at her, It was directed at Evan. For the first time. She believed it, Ethan looked out toward the distant city. "He's my brother." The words sounded heavier than anything he'd said so far. "I've covered for him before."

Madelyn sat up, eyes wide with worry. "Your brother is romantically involved with a Brotherhood hunter. Did you know that?" "What?" Grigori got up from the couch and started pacing. "Your brother is entangled with a MacQueen, Grigori. Charlotte MacQueen. She's a hunter. What's more, she's the sister of their leader, Damien."