Brandon Kroeger Novels & Stories

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

The other boy, a child called Bruno, had told him he was a loser who would spend his life in prison like his Daddy. "Well, he's silly," I said. "You're going to be a world-famous animator. Everyone knows that. But remember what the counsellor said about using your words and not your fists?" Isaac puffed out his chest, jutting his chin out just like Kobe used to when he was trying to look tough. "My daddy said that real men..."

The situation sounded bizarre, but who was I to judge? "Well, no judgement here" Hunter shrugged, and sat down, "he'll suck your soul out". Brandon was here on some sort of scholarship. I didn't know much about him, but I knew that he'd been an olympic wrestler when he was just eighteen, and won gold. It wasn't hard to tell why. The guy was built like a refrigerator. "Can we do this then?" He asked, and I nodded and watched as he lay back on his bed, took yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, go ahead" he swallowed, refusing to open his eyes as I looked nervously back at Hunter who shrugged.

Brandon looks down at his feet and chews at his lower lip still faking it. Wow! Such a drama king. "B-But y-you see I-I have this allergy th-that causes things to a-appear on my body a-and I-I have this cream that I-I have to apply all o-over my body. I-I forgot t-to do that a-at home s-so I asked Braze to help me out a-and I-I know you're a-a nurse b-but you're also a-a woman a-and I-I don't want to g-get n-naked in front of you, you know about me I am shy person,and-and if you see those things you think I am ugly and I hate it when someone call me ugly...." Brandon stammers and damn he's good.

In a family defined by massive egos, volcanic tempers, and enough shredded muscle to fill a stadium, you needed someone to keep the pot from boiling over. Brandon wasn't just some impulsive brawler, though. At 6’4”, with heavy shoulders and a frame built for impact, his prowess on the ice was undisputed. Along with Viktor Petrov, he formed the defensive spine of the Stormbreakers—Viktor was the silent sentinel, while Brandon was the life of the party. That lifestyle hadn't been an issue until a certain elegant journalist decided to splash Brandon’s late-night exploits across a digital front page, earning him a half-season suspension for "conduct detrimental to the pack."

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

Abbie I looked at Hunter with my eyes wide in shock. Did I hear him right? Bella's mate, Brandon, is THE Rogue King? I have been searching for him and asked far and wide if anyone knew him, and no one ever knew who he was! I mean, as far as I could go, of course. Sadly, I was around humans most of the time and rarely talked to other werewolves besides those in my pack, but STILL! Brandon Watson is The Rogue King! I think I'm going to cry. I am trying to hold back tears and not cry.

Konstantin lost but not completely, he manage to hit the Italian Mafia Boss, Maximo Santino. In the car Marco was attending to his boss but maximo had long passed out. The heavy fatigue and exhaustion he had subjected his body to recently had decided to take it's course. Maximo Santino won just like always but he fell, bleeding profusely. Now in Maximo's subconsciousness mind, he realized what he had learn from the natural sight has come to pass but just at the other way round. The cloud has won but the stars managed to leave their marks.

One human and the other a member of my pack, I don’t remember their name, but I recognize their scent and face. “Sorry to wake you, Mister Logan,” the human greeted. “Morning, trooper. Something I can help you with?" I asked, falling into character “I’m Trooper Shadow, and this is Trooper Bryant. We received a report of an attack on a couple of campers not far from your cabin last night,” the human spoke up. Bryant. I looked at my pack member, and now I remembered him. David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt.

I could sense Aaron's wolf coming out but Lezelle and Felix stepped in front of me, blocking me from them. All I saw was Christian being slammed into the wall, and Katherine running over to him. "Christian! Oh my god! Dear, are you okay?" Christian nodded his head and picked himself up. "I'm fine, Luna. Your son is a bit angry and is just going to take his anger out on somebody. Better me than anyone else." Christian wasn't the one to back down so he had gotten up and advanced Aaron yet again. "Aaron, we've known each other since the crib. I know you're not like this. I know it's your inner wolf but control it man. Control it because you're scaring everyone around here!" He walked right in f