Battle Brothers Reddit Novels & Stories

Alpha Tim asked, pulling me away from my phone. “Yes. I had someone I thought might help.” My words were distracted. “But he wanted to wait for his true mate and he didn’t want me to resent him later.” The alphas all nodded their heads. I slid my phone back into my pocket and tucked that information away. I told them about Nina and Nadine. About Vince. Brandon. And finally, I got to the end. “They call themselves the Brotherhood of Blood.” Thoth stiffened beside me. But my dad furrowed his brow. “Who does?”

If they failed in this, they would be failures as brothers. Jeffrey pondered for a while before opening a chat group named "The Seven". The chat group was currently flooded with messages, most of them sent by Leon Carver, his youngest brother. Celebrity Carver: "Hey, guys, stop playing dead! Look at how my rivals are destroying my reputation! Can you really bear to let that go on?"

"Now you're defenceless and the brothers are busy, I have something for you." "Defenceless? Do you really think this will be easy and I will make it easy? Maybe grab something to muffle your screams." I step back, slightly. "Oh stop, what, you think because you're fucking the brothers your hard and fierce? You're just a cunt like the rest. It's about time the Caddel brothers realised, I wasn't playing. Grab her." Moving, I kick the guy as he runs for me, my fist swinging and hitting the other guy. I'm too busy with those two, I don't see Rizzo swing and hit my face.

I don't want her to have a misconception of the kind of girl I was in school. Nothing hurts me more than the fact that we were mates, and I’m obliged not to reject them because they were Lycans, I might die in the process because I was an omega. We omegas are so weak that a single rejection might kill us, so just imagine the rejection of a Lycan and not one but three of them. After I was done taking my bath, I checked the time on my phone, wrapping the towel around my body "11 a.m". By now, Zephyr and Mom might be in bed sleeping, just like my so-called brothers, since the dinner meal was so good, along with the lemon juice served.

I saw Enoch and Enigma coming out at the same time, the brother's screams of power with them walking out altogether, Enigma's red hair and his devilish smile made him look like venom, the three brothers all stood fearlessly before the other two and this is when I know that this brothers can actually act as one when it comes to an enemy. "How dare you lowlifes step your filthy legs into Moonshadow Parkhouse, are you guys not afraid of death?!" Eliot's cold voice blasted through the air as he stepped out looking like death, he was shirtless as always his crazy dragon tattoo made him look like a devil, he walked to his brothers and stood in their middle, "Call your Alpha of a brother and quit y

Without another word, he began shrugging out of his cloak and tossed it to one of his companions. I watched in tense silence from beside the tree I was standing next to as Chris mirrored his actions, shucking off his jacket and kicking off his boots before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. His muscular forearms were exposed, taut and sinewy. But the Beta’s arms were much, much bigger—and scattered with old scars that caught the moonlight and spoke of dozens, maybe even hundreds, of won fights. “Chris,” I murmured, feeling a bit of panic set in. “Are you sure about this?”

Dominic ate in near-silence, speaking when spoken to, directing the larger conversations of the table with a word or a look, his authority so completely ambient that it required no performance. I learned things in those forty minutes that the letter hadn't told me. That the Ironveil Pack was one of the oldest in the eastern territory, with four hundred members spanning this property and three satellite settlements. That Dominic had been Alpha for three years, since their father's death. That Rafe was the pack's head enforcer, which explained both the coiled energy in him and the way even the largest men in the room gave him a half-step of deference when he moved. I learned, too, by watching:

Everyone around me was dressed in dark clothes, their faces hard and their eyes hungry. And then there was me. I was so thankful to Slade for this jacket. "You're shaking," Bullet observed. "I'm cold," I lied. He snorted. "Sure you are." --- The fight ended with a sickening crack, and the crowd erupted. The winner raised his arms in victory, blood streaming down his face, and the loser was dragged off the mat. I couldn't look away. "Next up," a voice boomed through the speakers, "we have a special treat for you tonight. Returning to the ring is... Ghost!"

"Of what we did? But why are you here?" My brother kneels in front of me. He looks me right in the eyes. "I am here to help you," my brother answers. "How?" "By giving you these." My brother raises his hand and offers me JumpStart's stun batons. "JumpStart's stun batons," I say, looking at them. "Yes. As much as you don't want to hear it, your sword will do very little against Heavy Metal. These, however, will do. Here." He offers me JumpStart's stun batons but I slap them out of his hand.

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.