Avenge Me Brother Novels & Stories

“And yet you are shacking up with Alpha James…. for what reason?” My resolve snaps. Excited to see my brother living or not, I step up to him and twist my hand in his shirt in a fit of rage. “To avenge my fucking family.” “That is my job,” he growls back, and I inch my face closer to his. “You were dead, brother, or did you forget? While you were saving her, I had to watch our father lose his head, literally, while mom and Enzo’s dad scrambled to get to him. They both failed. You have been through shit, but my life hasn’t been a fucking cakewalk either. I have spent the past five years training to the point of exhaustion to avenge mom and dad and YOU!” I laugh sarcastically, through the tear

He held my gaze evenly. “A wedding,” he said. “And you will accompany me.” It didn’t surprise me. I already saw it coming but I still had to play along. “Whose wedding is it?” I asked with a steady voice. He paused for a second. “My brother’s,” he said. “Do you know him?” I blinked repeatedly and my throat went dry but my expression remained steady as if I hadn’t found out just the day before. “N-no. I don’t.” He squinted, looking directly at me as if he knew I had just lied. My fingers trembled a bit. I curled them into a fist by my side.

Not until I can't feel any pain so I don't bleed on those who didn't hurt me. "Tash and Taitam please ensure victory is given to his people. Replenish anything he has lost", I say before spurning and entering the coven. Everyone stares at me in disbelief and their eyes are widened. Their eyes follows me in. **** "Did he harm you? Is he the one? Are you fine?", Aiden bombards me with questions on call. "I am fine. He is Penelope's brother. He didn't hurt me", I answer and Aiden takes a deep breath of relief and I look down at my chest which has cotton wool on it.

I knew they wouldn’t give it up and I knew she wouldn’t actually die, not even with an Angel blade. But I had no idea my brother, who is the good side of an Archangel, would have the balls to take the knife from me and sink it straight into Ambrosia’s chest. A part of me felt like it was ripping away when he did this. I had to fight the urge to rip my brothers fucking throat out right now, knowing he would fucking revive later.

“But if you must know, you should apologize and then told her that you are Declan’s twin and then apologize for not clearing up this understanding earlier.” “I am pretty sure she would murder me on the spot,” his brother gravely responded. “I remember Hélène. She is not an unintelligent person. I am sure she would understand.” Then as if his younger brother needed another reminder, he added, “Do not forget to apologize.” “I heard you the first time, Brother.” When Draven was about to end the call, Javier called him again. “Yes?” “Good luck, Brother.” “Oh, I need all the luck and the prayers too so do pray for me, Brother.”

He had a point to consider the carnage and the number of casualties the synagogue's attendees would sustain if Vaheed and I got out of control. “I see you brought along your Splatoon characters.” A raucous laughter came from Vaheed as his shoulders jerked when he gazed at Devin. "Brother, it's time to come home," I ordered using my alpha tone. I wanted to make this quick and teleport him to Dark Wolverson so that I could go back to Raina. Gradually, he flickered his eyes to meet my wolf's vermilion orbs. "Brother?" He infused that one word with so much vitriol and hatred that it hung between us like a curse. Furrowing his brows, he spat through his teeth. "I have no brother."

Evelyn’s POV “…Eason?” I muttered in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” Out here in the middle of nowhere, I thought I was as good as dead. But someone actually came for me. And not just anyone—my brother. His expression twisted with anger, like my question personally offended him. “You’d be dead if I weren’t here! Damn it, Evelyn, how many more disasters do you plan on dragging me into?!” “But why—”

"Do you have any idea, who's lives are you messing with!?" His words spat venom to my heart. Tears brimmed at the edge of my eyes. "I can't do this brother... I can't watch any more innocent people die. I know I'm placing your family at risk- I'd do anything to keep them out of this! But I can't sit here and wait, while my family suffers in that dungeons and the rest is killed off like vermine!" A rogue tear ran down my cheeks. "Please brother, Ava can help us! Please... Trust me."

When I was finally standing in front of him, his usually gray eyes were now very deep and dark. "Why aren't you saying anything, Zachy?" I reached out with my fingers and hooked them around his belt buckle, gently tracing the outline of his abs there. "I'm right here, and I'm all dressed up for you, Zachy," I said. "Don't you want to tear it right off my body?" "Tanya Barker!" Zachary exclaimed in a low growl, grabbing hold of my wrist. "Do you even know what you're doing?" He looked down at me, his nose almost touching mine. "We're siblings! I've brought you up for 18 years!"

AVA “No.” I shook my head, taking a step back. “No… no, Stella.” My hands came up to my chest like I could physically push the words away. “That’s not true.” Stella didn’t move or argue loudly. She just watched me. “The earlier you accept it,” she said softly, “the better you’ll feel. You’re fighting something that’s already there.” I stopped, my chest rising and falling unevenly. “He’s my brother,” I whispered, trying to hold on to the only excuse that made sense to me.