Bobby Mercer Four Brothers Novels & Stories

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

Deborah turned to see the door being opened by none other than Herman, the lawyer. “You?” “Hello again, Deborah,” said Brandon, approaching and standing beside Herman. “But... why?” “First things first, Deborah, allow me to introduce you to the black sheep of my family—my brother, Herman Roberts,” Brandon said with a smirk. “Black sheep? Hardly,” Herman scoffed, adjusting his jacket. “I simply chose not to follow in our parents’ footsteps.”

I almost blurted out a resounding ‘YES’, but thankfully, I was able to think before talking and I shut my mouth. What if he was just joking? I thought. “What do you say?” Blake asked, looking at me intently while I just bit my lower lip nervously, and just as I attempted to open my mouth to speak, his brothers walked in looking rather serious. “Son of a bitch!!!” I heard one of his brothers say, at the same time I saw a punch flying into Blake’s face and he was thrown to the ground. I shut my eyes for a minute, what had I done?

“I know one is an actor because I saw his profile on the search engine but what about the fourth brother?” I asked him. “The fourth brother is the actor. The third brother is a medical doctor and a professor at the specialist hospital. He is a cardiologist.” Wow. In other words, all my brothers are successful. That’s crazy. Just crazy and compared to them, I am practically nothing but I am determined not to feel small because of all that. “They are all successful. Must be nice.” I said with a smile. “You are successful too. You are only twenty-nine and you already own a company.”

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.

Carina’s POV Everyone was waiting for my answer. Adriano knelt on the floor, holding up that sketchbook, his eyes full of desperate hope. I looked at him, and felt nothing. Not a single ripple. If anything, it was pathetic. “Put that disgusting thing away.” My voice was clear and cold, a spike of ice piercing the backstage silence. “Adriano Moretti, do you really think you can use my dead brother’s memory to buy my sympathy?”

Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress! What a laughable family we were! What a pathetic man Castiel was! Even in her final moments, June believed Castiel would come back to save her. I suppressed my emotions and said calmly, “June mattered more to me than you ever could. The decent thing you can do is die and join her in her grave, Castiel.” Castiel angrily pounded on the warehouse door. “Eira! Is this how you treat your own brother?! “You ungrateful brat!” Castiel’s words grew harsher and harsher, and his voice became increasingly hoarse.

"I was told the Thorne brothers were the pillars of the North. Surely you can push harder than that." ​Ryker’s eyes flared silver. "You asked for it!" ​The four brothers attacked in a coordinated frenzy. It was a masterpiece of violence, a whirlwind of claws, kicks, and strikes. Yet, to Elara’s disbelief, Caleb didn't throw a single punch. He blocked, he parried, and he deflected. He moved with a "Grounded" efficiency, his feet never leaving the center of the circle. Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian.

His gaze met hers for a split second before he quickly looked away, already bracing for the confrontation. His gaze lingered on Ava for a moment before quickly darting away the instant their eyes met. Her striking blue eyes had caught him off guard. “What do you want now, Sophia?” Mason muttered as he tossed the basketball into the hoop. It swooshed cleanly through, and one of the guys snagged it before it could bounce off the court. "You little jerk. Just wait until Mom and Dad hear about this secret party you’re planning for tomorrow while they’re out!" Sophia snapped, jabbing an accusing finger at her brother, who looked completely unfazed.

Julian said, “So you’re Shawn Mercer. You really are a piece of trash, aren’t you?” Shawn’s eyes widened in disbelief as they darted back and forth between my face and Julian’s. “You two…” I gently patted Julian’s arm, stepping up to tell the shell-shocked man the truth myself. “He is my brother, my real biological brother. Shawn, you’re not my brother. From the moment you returned to the Mercer family and truly became Shawn Mercer, it was destined that we could never be family again. Just leave, and don’t come looking for me anymore. I’m doing great, and I really don’t want to see you.”