Novel & Cerita Black Brothers

Dads been asking the elders about what is happening but nobody seems to understand as this hasn’t happened before. Apparently wolves have been known to find their second chance mates while they’re still with their first destined mate but they’ve never known it to be between brothers. They’re not even sure if that should be possible. Nowhere in any of the history books written of our kind is there even one mention of this.

"He didn't grow a conscience.il simply ran out of enemies to bury." I took a hit of the prosecco. It burned clean. "How did a Rivera end up loyal to a DeMarco?" Santiago’s eyes tracked a group of women laughing near the fountain. "The Academy. We were in the same circle." "A circle? Like a secret society?" Santiago gave a sharp, dry laugh. "The Black Brotherhood. Just a high-end playground for heirs who needed to learn how to kill without getting blood on their silk shirts." I gripped my glass. "So, a fraternity for future monsters."

They did not want to cause unnecessary trouble because of their identities. They had come to the nearby to look for someone, but they hadn't expected to be targeted by the Twelve Sons of Jun Mountain. "Motherf*cker, what are you all waiting for? Kill this bastard for me." Eldest Senior Brother looked at Samuel in pain and anger as he watched his hand being sliced off. The eleven fellow senior brothers looked at each other, picked up the knives on the ground, and instantly surrounded Samuel. "Damn it, boy, you're so arrogant. How dare you fight with our Eldest Senior Brother? I'm afraid you don't know how powerful our Twelve Sons of Jun Mountain are, do you?"

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

I was still in my daze when I felt the effect of his heavy pounch on me, bursting my lips in the process. "You should watch your words! Don't talk to me as if I'm your slave! I'm not! I'm your brother!" With every word coming from him, I couldn't help but laugh even though I felt pain on my bursted lips. "Do you act like one? I've stopped considering yourself as my brother since five years ago! You are nothing but a murderer and a betrayer!" I spat to his face as his attack on me brought the past memories that hit me hard.

Four reincarnation paths, four elder martial brothers' figures—every word and every image confirmed all of Amelia's suspicions. Her third brother Ralph, fourth brother Raiden, fifth brother Benjamin, and sixth brother Sebastian were exactly her four elder martial brothers from Ethereal Lumin Hold! All six elder martial brothers who had accompanied her day and night had not perished or vanished. They had all been reincarnated and reborn, gathered in the Cromwell family, all becoming her protective brothers.

Luke’s POV My brothers and I, the four alphas of The Dark Wing Pack, are an unusual set of alphas. We call ourselves brothers, but we are not biological brothers. It is unheard of to have more than one alpha run a pack. I would say we are the first in a very long time, if not the first in history. We had a couple of rogues attack the border a few days ago, and we have been sending scouts out to find them. Last night we sent out three, and only one came back.

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

He was wearing the same white shirt he wore the day we first met, looking clean as he walked toward me. He didn't dare touch me. He didn't even dare look up. He simply fell to his knees before me, weeping silently. Then came my brothers—Luca, Matteo, Dante. They stood behind him with their heads bowed like children who had realized they were wrong, kneeling in a row. This time, there was no family honor, no Mafia rules, and no goddamn favoritism. They were just four souls drowning in regret. I looked at them and let out a soft sigh.