Black Brothers Novels & Stories

Turned on his heel. And walked away. I crumbled. Curled into myself, I sobbed until my throat went raw. If I could reach into my chest and tear out the aching organ, I would’ve. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps again. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black polish of Alexander’s shoes. My eyes trailed up to find him adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office,” he said flatly. I said nothing. Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride.

“I’ll avenge June! I’ll slaughter every last zombie! “Right now, the most important thing is to get me out of here, Eira.” Castiel’s words made me laugh bitterly. “You killed June. Her death was your fault, not anyone else’s. What makes you think I would help you?!” Castiel roared in rage, “Eira, she was just an outsider! I’m your real brother!” ‘An outsider?’ I thought. All these years, June had looked after me and cared for me. When the zombies attacked, she shielded me behind her. Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress!

“I know. You were always kind. Kinder than I deserved.” He nodded, then left. I sank against the counter, drained. In two days, both Stone brothers had walked back into my life. The storm was only beginning. “Mommy?” Ethan appeared in the doorway, eyes serious. “Are you sad?” I wiped my face quickly. “Just tired. Are you hungry?” He slipped his small hand into mine. “The man who was here—he looked like Daddy.” My chest tightened. “They’re brothers. Sometimes brothers look alike.” “Like me and Eva,” he said.

Chrysalis’s POV I let the question linger in the air. I paused because it shouldn’t have been a surprise since Leon and Jamey were the only other Alphas there. But why would she know or even think differently? I let it go and asked my own question. “What is the deal with this Blacksun brothers stuff? It’s not like I didn’t know he was an alpha with a brother but when you guys talk about them it’s like they are world renowned. It makes me feel out of the loop.” I explained.

I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

"Two million dollars." The number felt surreal. Impossible. Like something from a dream that would evaporate in daylight. She pulled out her laptop and did what she should have done in Rick's office...researched the Blackwood brothers. The results were... extensive. Damian, Damon, and Silas Blackwood. Triplets, though not identical. Ages listed as twenty-nine, which meant they were six years older than her. They controlled the Northern Territory—a massive expanse of land that included three major cities and countless smaller towns. Their pack was one of the largest and most powerful in North America.

Their faces were almost identical: sharp jaw, narrow-edged dilated pupils, long black beard and shaggy hair tied in different styles. "Hehehe... brother, look. Three beauties stumbling upon our territory," the one holding the flute giddily stated. Zillah narrowed her eyes. She only read about them in the books of traitors at the Krystalline Academy. "The Lou Brothers of the Olaire Tribe," she spouted with disgust. She knew that the Olaire Tribe seemed clean on their record with only these three brothers branded as traitors. But she was not sure herself. She had no proofs but...

I say to Dane who is watching me become friends with his brother, maintaining my relationship with his brother and being hard headed, stubborn and just crazy with him. Well, there's something going on that we all have to know about. I was out for some reasons. Basically, I'm not going to go in so further about the reason why I was away. But I was away for a good time. “And there is a new threat that we have to be afraid of.” The saint brothers are joining hands with a group called the mascots. “They're a different type of wolves, they're a different type of hybrid.” The mascot unlike the hybrids are very, very ambitious.

She felt like she belonged with neither group, and the thought only made her mood bleaker. And then she spotted them. A trio of tall dark-haired men wearing simple buckskin breeches and waistcoats lounged against a pillar by the orchestra. Brock, Brodie, and Aiden Kincade. Infamous devils the lot of them, if the gossip she'd heard about them was correct. She had not yet had the pleasure of meeting Brodie and Aiden, but there was no mistaking the three as brothers. All had dark hair and stormy eyes, with strong jaws seemingly carved of marble. They were handsome men who would tempt any woman to be reckless with her virtue.

“Dear Esteemed Members of the Family, In this time of profound sorrow and grief, we gather together to honor the memory of our beloved family members who tragically lost their lives in the devastating fire that consumed us all. Our hearts ache with the weight of their absence, and we find solace in the shared strength and resilience that binds us as one. It is with a heavy heart that we must share with you the truth. This catastrophic event was not a mere accident, but a deliberate act of malice orchestrated by a common enemy who seeks to sow discord and dismantle the very fabric of our family's unity. Diego Gustavo, my brother, is the perpetrator behind this heinous act. In our collective g