Ares Siblings Novels & Stories

"Though I never said it to their faces, I love my siblings. Rasmus was always closer to Aurora and I was closer to Angela. Our sisters are our lives. Aurora is a hybrid so oftentimes she would be severely sick. Rasmus, Angela, and I would spend those days with her. We all would even sleep in the same room, they always make me sleep on the floor though. I don't mind. The four of us would talk for hours and would imitate our whole pack members. We would laugh so hard that our parents would scold us a couple of times. Those were the best days." "Luca and Sarah would often join us as well," Hunter didn't realize but he was smiling. "Luca and we all grew up together so he was like a brother to me

He also hesitated and then said, “She would probably at least bring her children with her, and maybe her husband too. You're okay with that?” A moment’s consideration, brows furrowing, and then Ashly said, “Yeah. Her child can share with Adom if they want. They should get to know each other. They're "counselors," technically “the same age, right?” “Yeah, just about,” Alex replied, feeling like this should be somehow harder. Technicalities aside, his sister child and Adom were the same age and would grow up more like cousins than some other family relative. Maybe that would be better in the long run. They would always have each other.

It’s not every day the husband that you thought was dead comes walking up, or flying in his case, to your doorstep. I’m pulled from my reverie when Aria asks me something. “Hmm?” I ask. “I asked if you have any siblings back at Bright Moon Pack,” she repeats. Oh, I have siblings all right. Twelve of them to be exact. Whom, I have never met. I’m going to have to remedy that soon. “No. I have no siblings back at Bright Moon,” I answer her, but don’t elaborate. She must have sensed I was holding back because she asks, “Do your siblings live elsewhere?” I sigh. I don’t think it’s a secret that I have twelve brothers. I might as well tell her. “I do. Twelve brothers that I have never met,” I say.

—then he smiled. James watched me with a bland expression. I smiled at him, his facial muscles did not even twitch. He took out his phone out of his pocket and walked into the hallway his mother disappeared into. Jacob introduced us to Erin and Edwin, his younger twin siblings who looked nothing like him and James. They had rare blond hair and very fair skin. Josephle, a girl with dark chocolate skin, chubby cheeks and an afro, dressed in an oversized sweater and baggy jeans and Gabe, a lanky, acne-ridden boy with a shaved head and an immature goatee.

"So our fathers were brothers," Jessica sobbed as she held the family tree in her hand. She kept staring at her father's name. He was the firstborn son to omega parents. "I guess that makes us cousins," Ariel sniffled. Her dad was Jessica's father's younger brother. Jessica's amber eyes shot up to look at the Luna. "I never had a cousin before," Jessica giggled. "Me either," Ariel laughed. "I guess we should hug now." "Yeah, I guess we should," Jessica wrapped her arms tightly around Ariel, who was also sobbing like a child.

he answers after a moment. A chill races down my spine. I really have been down here for a long time, but that’s not what upsets me the most. August seventh is… “It’s my birthday,” I mumble quietly to myself. The confession almost makes me cry, a sudden wave of homesickness threatening to pull me under. I think about my siblings at home; my twin’s sister, Alessandra, and my little brother, Jovito, and eldest Alexander Oliver. I think about Mom and Dad, all my aunts and uncles and cousins. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always spent my birthday with them, surrounded by their love, laughter, and smiles. I worry about Alessandra, specifically. She’s my closest sister, my closest confidant,

Liana replied. “Of course you know you're just trying to be delusional right now because I don't even care if you exist or not. Liana, the fact that we both share the same father doesn't make us siblings. We are only related by blood and nothing else. We are not friends; we are just family members who coexist and nothing else.

I ask. He sighs and walks over, “Yeah, this is my dad, mom, brother, and sister.” He points to each one. “Hey, I have seen him. He goes to school with us.” I say, pointing. Derrick nods, “Yeah, my sister starts next year too. We are all very close in age. My siblings got all of the brains, but I got the looks.” He smirks, running his fingers through his hair. I smirk as I grab the photo, “I don’t know, your brother is pretty cute too.”

"What do you want? Why did you bring us here." Amara's smile widens. "We want you." Silence settles over the room. She says something that completely catches me off guard. "You are our sister." I blink. "What?" That doesn't make sense. I never heard of my mom telling me that I had more siblings other than Ezra. Nor do I remember any cousins who look like them. As if reading my thoughts, a quiet laugh escapes Amara. "Not by blood." She places a hand over her own heart. "By soul."

“I suppose you don’t know you have siblings, too. Three boys.” “Half-siblings,” Marta corrected. Siblings. I had three half-siblings, a whole house full of people who shared my father and my blood, somewhere up that mountain, and I hadn’t known they existed thirty seconds ago. “Where are they now?” I asked. “I haven’t seen any of them.”