Battle Brothers Reddit Novels & Stories

“About?” Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. “What’s going on, Jake? I’ve never heard him this worked up before.” “It’s club business.” “Don’t give me that bullshit!” She was pissed off, but it wasn’t his business to discuss, and even if it was, he wasn’t sure if he’d tell her. “Your brother has beef with Buzzer. They’re both pissed at the Warriors over some territory squabble. That’s what I can tell you.” “He told me. You killed the Night Stalkers and the Warriors took over their territory,” she said.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

Yet now they were the enemy, and my blade didn’t hesitate. Around me—and far ahead—I could see the people I now fought for holding their ground. Alpha Stefan was winning his battle, fierce and unrelenting. The other two Alphas, Damian and Tristan, were cutting through the chaos with impressive strength. Beta Marcel was holding his line, and many of the warriors fought bravely, refusing to break. But overall… my father’s warriors were carving through them faster. And my brothers—my three brothers—were doing the most damage. They were slaughtering warriors like flies. Watching them was difficult, almost sickening. Their precision. Their speed. Their ruthlessness. It reminded me exactly why our

Alpha Greg Brody and his men had been ruthless last night. You would have thought they were pissed off or something! I have lost nearly half of my Warriors. To add insult to injury, I got a mind link telling me Brody's men are throwing dead bodies over my borders. I told my warriors to burn the bodies. Because there wasn't a damn thing else I could do.

Message from Breando, his brother. /Nate is at it again And this time, he’s with Matheus. You know what that means, right? It’s time to remember you don’t just have a married life. /Work! Braston read the message, his eyes narrowing with fury. He threw the phone on the bed with force, the screen cracking on impact. He knew exactly what Nate was doing; he held a deep grudge against Matheus. Even though Matheus was a weak doctor, he had an incredible gift for poisons.

He looked at his brothers—Kael with his scratched neck and bruised knuckles, Dante with his coffee. "Thank you," Killian said quietly. "For yesterday. For standing with me at the Council meeting. For having my back." "Always," Kael said simply. "Blood first," Dante added. "Family always. Even when it means our lives explode into chaos and destruction." Killian's lips twitched. "Especially then." They stood together in the office overlooking Seattle, three brothers who'd just declared war on the entire supernatural world. And somehow, despite everything, they were okay with that.

“Never heard of you. What kind of bullshit name is that?” Dez tilted his head like he was offended, and his mouth curled into a slow smirk. “You don’t know us,” he said. “But you will because my club is rising fast, and soon we’ll throw down anyone who thinks they’re top dogs. The Brothers of Steel are going to be the most feared crew in this city.” Murphy laughed like this was peak comedy. “Most feared?” he said. “Buddy, I’ve been riding before you even got your first tricycle. You got balls talking like that.”

“It- It cannot work like that. A mate bond is far stronger than you think. You wouldn’t know because. . .because—” “What, because I do not have one?” He laughs sardonically . “Believe me, it is my greatest blessing to be born bereft of a mate. I’ve seen a lot of great men fall and become idiots just because of their mates. You, my brother, are on the top of that list.” They exchanged deathly glares and sat in tight tension as both caught their breaths, treading carefully to not break the very thin string of what remains of their brotherhood.

My voice was a growl all venom-filled and fire rolled into one. “I will always be your brother. And that’s the curse, Jaxon. You can’t erase me, no matter how much you want to. You can hate me, you can bleed me, but you can’t undo blood.” His nails raked against my arm, his legs kicking out, but I held him down, the fight now boiling into something darker, brothers, yes, but enemies from the same scar. "My Mom murdered someone?" A soft voice broke out and we turned our heads at the same time to the direction only to see her

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?”