Battle Brothers Reddit Novels & Stories

"It's not that simple. The Brothers operate in cells. Most members don't know who's in other cells. The only one who has the complete picture is the leader, and he's paranoid as hell. I only know bits and pieces." "Then share those bits and pieces," Carson demanded, pulling out his phone. "We'll take whatever intelligence we can get." For the next several minutes, Jimmy talked. He described the Brothers' structure, their recruitment methods, the various attacks they'd carried out over the years. Most disturbing was his description of their leader a wolf named Matthias who apparently had a personal vendetta against the triplet Alphas that went back decades. "Matthias believes your fathers des

Levi and Samuel looked at him with a proud smile and shifted too. The fight only lasted a few minutes, but for them, it was as if hours had passed. The Five Brothers were strong, but their fight was more difficult. Some of Samuel's men got hurt, but he needn't worry about them as they healed fast. The Five Brothers were scarier in their wolf form. They were big and their eyes were dark red. Levi only thought of saving his mate and go to their brothers. They needed them by their side. "Go find Matthew, I got this." he heard Samuel's voice in his mind.

Those men used to be the Blood Wolves enforcers, and they were nothing to be scoffed at! Still, Frank could see that Ted was doubting him, and for some reason, he remembered the two Hansen brothers. What was it that Larry said? Those two were the strongest martial artists of Zamri! Chuckling, he shook his head and asked Ted, "In that case, have you heard of the Hansen brothers?" "The Hansen brothers?" Ted was taken aback—he certainly had, as those two were famous! Pausing for a beat, he flashed a pained smile. "Actually, they are the Bleeders' boss and underboss respectively! The average martial artist can't even hope to match them!"

"Then we make sure they understand that forced bonds create more problems than they solve." "Are you prepared for that fight?" Marcus asked. "Because it won't just be testimony. It will be a political battle for the future of how mates are chosen in our society." Before either Hunter or I could answer, Dad entered the kitchen carrying a tablet with urgent news alerts scrolling across the screen. "The Brotherhood just released a statement," he announced grimly. "They're claiming responsibility for all the attacks, and they've issued an ultimatum to the Council." "What kind of ultimatum?" Hunter asked.

“But there’s an update on your brother’s death.” The word brother hit harder than it should have. My jaw tightened. I dragged in smoke, slow and controlled. “What update?” I asked flatly. “I thought you idiots cleared his death of any scheme. You told me it was clean. Drunk driver. No connections.” I had earlier suspected the Hunters Brotherhood. Our rivals. Manhattan’s other apex predators. They were always pushing at our borders, always testing our patience, but we had a treaty. No touching a finger on family or lovers or children.

he says, making me smile again. “Have I told you lately how glad I am that you’re my brother?” “You don’t have to tell me. I know how awesome I am,” he says, making me laugh out loud. He grins. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you laugh like that. It’s good to see you back to yourself, brother,” he says. “It’s good to be back.” “Mates are good at healing us. So, how do you intend to find The Prick, The Bitch, and The Dead Wolf Walking?”

Just like Artemy. “Especially Artemy,” he continued. “He is a good man.” “Did Artemy tell you?” I whispered. “No. He didn’t have to. When he came to the gym and sparred with us, his actions were enough to let us know.” Swiping the tears that had fell down, I looked down at my feet. “Why do you guys fight like this?” “Rebecca, we kill people. We are part of a Bratva, feared by everyone. Sometimes, when we can’t spill the blood of whom we want, we have to take out the anger somewhere else.”

After we got home Jackson came to our room and asked me to have a chat with him and his brother Finn. Mates. They were my mates. Both of them. Brothers. But my mates. How did that even make any sense? I don’t know what to do now, I’m laying in bed worried about having to choose and break one of these men. But not only breaking one of them but breaking their bonds as brothers! How was I supposed to do something like that? I couldn’t believe that a few weeks ago I was alone just worrying about keeping myself safe and now I had to worry about who to give my heart and soul to. It seemed surreal, I never pictured myself in a problem like this, I was great at running and hiding but I knew I couldn

/My brother asked me to/ He replied with an annoyed tone. /What?/ I asked. But before I could say anything else, Freddy came up to me and grabbed my arm roughly. /Is this true? Are you really my brother's mate? Or are you just trying to humiliate me and my family?/ He said in confusion. Hearing that, I quickly pushed him away and frowned, /Stop it, what are you talking about?/ /You can't... you can't tell the truth. This is a lie!/ He said with an angry shout.

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”