Brandish 1 Novels & Stories

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

I have already lost this battle and I just need to accept it. I pulled out a small red box and placed it on Neo’s palm. He didn’t take a second before opening it and revealing the stunning red, black, and white woven bracelet. “It lights up!” Neo said excitedly when he tapped the fire symbol in the middle. “Trinity has the same bracelet and every time you tap it, hers lights up, and when she taps hers, yours will. Whenever you’re thinking about them or just wanting to say hello, just imagine her and Uncle Titus are only a tap away.” I explain to Neo and his small lips turn into a pout and he starts to get teary eyed.

) Headquarters in Detroit, United States. Chairman [Majority shareholder] : “Rafael Demino Goldman” Last Interview: August 2016 Official Brands: —Raflux (flagship luxury/performance brand) —MaxWyre (affordable high-volume brand sold across Europe, Africa and Asia) —Prymate (revived British grand-tourer marque bought out of bankruptcy) —Moltara (Italian supercar division)

She was an unmarried woman with a fierce temper, raising a herd of pigs and making a living selling pork. On the day he was sent away, Rylan was still throwing a fit over not getting a new jersey. "Where am I going? Is it a resort?" he demanded from the back seat of the luxury car, his tone still bossy and entitled. "I'm bringing my figures and my game console! And make sure there's lots and lots of snacks!" Dad stood outside the car window, his gaze as lifeless as if he were looking at a corpse. "No game console. No figures. No designer jerseys," he said flatly.

He’s probably known me too long to get turned on by my little games. The phone rings again, interrupting my thoughts. I answer it quickly. “Hey, G.” “Brandi, want to meet me for drinks tonight?” “Me, as in you alone?” She sounds skittish; she always sounds like that when she’s plotting something. “Uh, Carlos will be there.” “And…?” “Okay, and one of his friends, B. He’s really sweet.” “I’m sure he’s cane sugar itself, but I’m not interested.” “Come on, B, I’m not planning your wedding. It’s just one drink.”

He gave her one right back and tried to hide his amusement when Brodi growled at him. Liv held his little namesake tightly by the hand as he slowly made his way up the aisle. The boy had finally started toddling and insisted on walking everywhere instead of being carried. Brand smiled at the tiny leather leggings and linen tunic that had been made for him so he would match the other men. A red fox pelt covered his small shoulders. Baby Brand grinned and tried to rush forward when he spotted his father and uncles ahead, but Liv clasped his fat little fingers more tightly and whispered to him. He frowned but held her hand and continued to march solemnly forward.

This is like the fourth time I have heard about that today. “The brand is what links you to the warriors. Think about it like a pack link, but just with us. We all come from different packs and we don’t want to renounce our pack connection just to do training, so we are given this brand that is applied to the inside of our right wrist.” Nathaniel indicates the spot. “It doesn’t sever your pack link, it just brings you into the warrior link. You can communicate with the warriors on your team while out on missions and you have access to the lead warriors no matter how far away you are, which comes in handy from what I have heard from some of the veteran warriors.”

he inquired, his voice dripping with charm and confidence, "I am Nicholas Brandson," he declared, reaching out his hand for a handshake. Did I hear correctly? Did he introduce himself as Nicholas Brandson? The very same Nicholas Brandson who is known as the ruthless Mafia Lord, feared and revered by many? I was taken aback by the weight of his presence, standing in awe, realizing that I needed to respond and meet his outstretched hand.

I needed to find a way to undo whatever she has done, if not, things would fall into disaster. Or else I might be turning weak. And Artfold Panther, the TRIBRID alpha king was everything asides weak.

Alpha Keen snorted. Revna’s hands balled into tight fists and she raised her head to look at them in the faces. Nothing got her more irked than being reminded that she was nothing but a worthless Omega who was rejected for her rank. “I only tried to befriend Alpha Oizys' champion today because I believe there's something about her that's different from the other champions.”