Ares Siblings Novels & Stories

Was that really enough to drag her and her children into his world? Aria came running suddenly, eyes wide with innocent excitement. “Mummy, Alex said we’re his brother and sister. Is that true?” Sarah managed a gentle smile despite the knot in her stomach. “Sweetheart, he doesn’t have any other siblings, so when he visits, you can treat him like a brother, alright? That would make him happy.” “Mummy, will he come back soon?” Aria asked, pouting adorably. “I want to show him my new drawing.”

"You were raised as siblings." "Adopted siblings," I corrected. "We share no blood relation whatsoever. We're not committing incest, Dimitri. We're two unrelated adults who fell in love." "The technicality doesn't change the fact that you grew up as brother and sister!" One of the elders spoke up, his weathered face creased with disapproval. "You shared a home, a family, a childhood. The relationship is inherently inappropriate regardless of genetics." "Is it?" I challenged. "Because I seem to remember another relationship in this pack that started under similar circumstances. A guardian and his ward. A protector and the woman he was responsible for raising. Sound familiar?"

"Just grab your coat and let's go. It's not like we hate each other." I knew it was normal for siblings to be rivals; their relationships were often a complex web of love, loyalty, and competition. It was a delicate balance of affection and animosity, where brothers and sisters could be each other's closest allies and most formidable foes. But despite their differences, they would often rally around each other in times of need. I'd seen it a lot among humans, this dynamic of sibling relationships, where brothers and sisters would fiercely defend and support each other, even if they didn't always see eye-to-eye. It was a beautiful thing, really, this messy, imperfect love that siblings shared

Alan My sister was pregnant. My sister was having a baby. I was beyond thrilled for her. But also a little taken aback. Now both my siblings were married and had kids. My older brother Brian, who happened to be the Alpha of my home pack, had just had a baby. They were head over heels. Brian and Maeve had been trying for a long time. Now there would be two more little creatures for me to spoil… I loved my niece and nephew. And Emily often got aggravated at me for being the ‘fun’ uncle and spoiling them and letting them get away with murder. But isn’t that what uncles are for?

I do not think siblings are meant to have similar traits. “I do not think it is about acting alike. More like you guys do not look alike at all." I say. Brandon nods his head and shrugs again. "We get that quite a lot. I mean people doubt us a lot whenever we say we are siblings. It is exhausting most of the time so we do not bother to explain." Brandon says.

I саn’t hеlр lаughіng. The twо of thеm are classic brоthеr and sister material. They’re physically ѕіmіlаr, and ѕhаrе fасіаl еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ аnd bоdу language, but іn еvеrу оthеr wау, thеу’rе dіffеrеnt.

(At least for Aya, Brinn and Sari’s part. Just us. Wolves. Siblings. Pups. Pack. And that, I thought, was still enough. Maybe even more than enough.

he murmured. Aria beamed at him. Despite being half siblings, neither of them know about that. And both of them lack parental support and love while growing up. They both had to grow up faster and take care of themselves. So to have someone whom they could call a sibling felt good. "Me too" Aria replied. Dena and Asher felt happy. They both know how much their partners needed a family.

“I thought they were brother and sister?” “No.” Laran chuckled. “Vampires call other vampires that were sired by the same vampire their siblings. They aren’t real siblings.” “Oh. Good.” Leena sighed. Still, she had never even kissed a boy before tonight, and the scene in that bedroom scared her a bit too much to want to be around vampires for a while. “Look, I’m sorry if I forced you into going out tonight. I don’t want you in trouble. I only wanted to do something for my eighteenth birthday. Something fun. Something to help me forget about half-breeds, or packs, or

Damian’s POV Siblings are not people you actively think of loving. They are people you just tolerate and go to for help when you need it because you know they will help you. You don’t know why, but you just know that they would be there for you except William, that is.