Batman Brother Novels & Stories

“Pinky swear?” I laughed. “Seriously?” “It’s official. Can’t break a pinky swear.” “You’re silly.” “I’m your brother. It’s my job.” I hooked my pinky with his. “Okay. Pinky swear. We protect each other.” “Always.” We sat there as the pack woke up around us. Warriors came to train. People went to breakfast. Life went on. But everything was different now. I had a brother. A twin who understood me like nobody else could.

I'm still quite far away, but I now know that I am on the right track. Knowing that I am on the right track now makes me excited to know that I will find my sister soon. Apollo is just as happy as he will be able to talk to Artemis again. Not many people know this, but Apollo is Artemis's brother. He is the son of the moon goddess. He isn't as powerful as Artemis will be, as he is a fierce warrior wolf. Apollo has always been a formidable wolf when it comes to fighting. Even when I got him at 12 years old, I was still able to take all of our best warriors down, including my brothers and father. But no one cared that I was so strong. Being the youngest has had so many disadvantages. I wans't

“Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease. Hopefully tonight doesn't take a horrible turn.

“Atlas Knox is the best! No one is more handsome than Atlas!” Startled, Benny jumped, then glared. “No way! Have you even seen Atlas? My brother is way more handsome!” "I've seen him. Atlas is my brother. My real brother. I came here to find him. What can you do about your brother? Let's compare who's handsomer!" The two men unexpectedly developed a sense of rivalry. Benny, panting, pulled out his phone and dialed: "If you want to fight, let's fight! Who's afraid of you!"

Elara liked that more than she wanted to admit. She took notes carefully, though she couldn’t have said later what exactly she was writing. Her attention kept drifting, not to his mouth, not to his hands, but to his face. The lines of it. The structure. The way his expressions moved like he was used to being observed. And then, without warning, a thought slipped into her mind so cleanly it startled her. He looks like my brother. The realization didn’t land like a shock. It settled…heavy, uneasy. She blinked and pushed it away immediately.

This is also where he kept the secret files that he could not give to his family and other people. As he walked into his secret room he smiled. “James!” he shouted. He called his brother who others thought was dead. And others thought when James was young that it was gone. Arthur has a brother. No one knew that except him and his parents. "Brother!" he called her happily. "It's been a while since you visited me here, huh!" he said annoyed but he still hugged her. James Gatciano is his youngest brother. 25 years old. Mechanically savvy. Many people know this in science. And this is the remaining ace of the Gatcianos because it is too smart.

In those few seconds, Bane had conquered his wolf in the battle of dominance. Undoubtedly, he was my brother, but I wouldn't let sentiments blind me. I might not resemble my father like this man, but I knew I was a Kowalski.

“Let me do my job. You know as well as I do that these mother fuckers won’t know what hit them.” My brother was one scary son of a bitch. When he went on war mode I had no doubts that he could take care of himself. However, I had spent a lot of years without him in my life. I really didn’t want to be the reason he left this world. Before I could spew something utterly cheesy, Sutton spoke. “Please be careful. I know you are like Rambo, but better looking.” I grunted at that. “Seriously? I’m right here.”

My hands were shaking as I picked up the invitation from my table. Ethan was Anabel's brother. The name printed on the invitation card confirmed it. Anabel’s last name is the same as Ethan’s last name. Everything clicked how Anabel described her brother, his arrival, and the party. I sat down on a couch with my heart breaking slowly.

The bartender opens up the bar, and we walk through to a curtain covered archway in the middle of the drink stand and into a small, private room. It’s quieter in here and there is a layer drinks on a table in the corner. There is a circular sofa, and sitting on one side is a male that must be Atlas’ brother. He has Atlas’ dark hair, massive muscular form, but his eyes are dark brown, and his expression is cold. Guarded. Atlas sits down and pulls me onto his lap, making it clear where I will be sitting. Atlas’ brother looks at me, making a judgment before turning to Atlas. “Dad isn’t going to accept this, Brother.”