Authors Similar To Brandon Sanderson Novels & Stories

It wasn't until the renowned Brandon appeared that she tucked her phone away. Brandon had a youthful face, bright and refreshing, quite different from the male authors Michelle had pictured in her mind. Dressed in a black hoodie, tall and slim, he looked more like a high school student than anything. Based on his appearance alone, no one would connect him to the original author whom Leonard described as the one who "pretended to be depressed and left halfway." There weren't many newcomers in the team. Leonard briefly introduced Brandon to everyone and then proceeded to acquaint Brandon with the new colleagues. Being the latest addition to NexRealm Studios among the newcomers, Michelle was in

“Then why the hell do you keep on commanding me, huh?” “Because I’m your older brother?” It was a sarcastic response, truly. The ghost of a devilish smirk from Zarion made me beamed as well though my jaw almost fell open to another realization. They are… brothers? No wonder they share the same traits. No wonder they share the same hair-raising grin. They have a close-built body, yet somehow, their personalities were wholly not the same. If Alpha Zarion is a deadly, cold-hearted, devilish, and brute man, Brandon is the funny, witty, and sarcastic type of dude.

He worked hard to not show his favoritism, but he knew Finn was well aware of how he felt. "Fouler than normal?" the smaller man quipped. Finn was not only his advisor but his closest friend. Closer to him than even his brothers, Brand and Gunnar. With Finn, he could just be Brodi, not only Alpha. Finn was a slight man when compared with most of the rest in the pack. He was barely 6 feet tall with the lean muscles of a runner, not the bulky frame of Brodi, his brothers and most of his cousins. He made up for his lack of brawn, however, with a brain honed sharp as a steel Viking sword and eyes that took in everything and everyone. There were no secrets from Finn. Brodi sighed deeply. He wishe

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“The Blackmoor Wolves need a new vision. After three years dominating the design markets at Majestic Ego, I’ve learned how to weaponize aesthetics. I’m launching my own brand. I’m going to dress the next generation of hockey mercenaries, and I’m going to do it under my own flag.” Admiration, thick and heavy, filled Damien’s gaze. He knew the weight of my ambition. “It’s a lethal play,” he admitted, a rogue smile tugging at his lips. “The pack will howl for a piece of it. If you need muscle or gold, just bark. I might even buy a seat on your board just to watch you tear into the competition.” I felt the prickle of moisture in my eyes and blinked it away. “Thank you, Damien. Without you shield

Brandon said, looking around. "It is, maybe we could find a house of our own similar to this, a vacation spot for just us." I replied. Brandon nodded and I could tell he was thinking about something, "Would you like to meet Una?" I asked, stopping just at the top. "I most certainly would." Brandon replied stepping back a little bit, I closed my eyes for a second giving her all the control she needed to shift us. When I opened my eyes again I was standing on all fours and Brandon had a wide grin on his face. "Look how beautiful you are." He whispered gently, running his hand through her fur. She leaned her head in to his hand and grunted. Brandon walked around her telling her how strong she l