Brandon Stark Novels & Stories

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

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."

"Lina, I've already told you that I regretted everything a hundred times in the past, and I know that you still won't forgive me. But still, I want you to know that I love you." Then, he ate the wolfsbane and swallowed it. My jaw dropped open, and my heart pounded heavily in my chest. Brandon's face turned deathly pale before he collapsed in front of me in a disheveled pile. I didn't think that he was willing to even kill himself for my sake. The moment Brandon fell to the ground, Justin, who'd just arrived at that moment, instructed the warriors to charge. They easily overpowered Gwyneth and pinned her to the ground.

Alex teases and Jace glares at him. Mum smiles at me. "You look handsome Braze." I smile back and the doorbell goes off. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit..., I start singing the words "shit" and "fuck" repeatedly in my head as Jace drags me to the door. I open the door and...ha.ha.fuck. In front of me freaking Brandon is standing there looking like a freaking greek god with his tight blue jeans and shimmering grey button up and his make up and his blue streaks in his hair and his-

Lorenzo is a dangerous Spanish man that killed over millions of people, he is really indestructible same thing for Carter and Kyle. "I'm going crazy." I sighed. "You sure will be if you know what I am." Brandon whispered as I locked my eyes with him. "What are you?" I snapped. "I'm an assassin." He smirked and I gasped, I'm right now with an assassin, I'm going to be dead. "Shut up Brandon, she's too innocent." Nate growled as he pulled out body closer.

Maybe she wasn’t as tough as she let on. The Healer pushed up off of the ground and hurried over to him. Brandon hoped he was as talented as Jamie, but the fact that he hadn’t been able to save the Hunter made him think that wasn’t the case. “Hi, sorry I couldn’t get here faster. I’m Antonio.” His accent implied he was Italian, and the fact that he looked like he could’ve easily taken the place of any of the statues around them made Brandon assume this was his homeland. “Let me take a look.” Brandon wasn’t sure what was stopping him, so he gestured in the direction of his crumpled leg. Now that he’d fallen again and had a giant Vampire roll up on it, it was hard to tell what was what. It loo

Judging by his individual capability, Brandon could fight against Keanu, Alpha, or Flame one-on-one but would be no match for them if they joined forces to attack him together! Moreover, in view of his cowardly temperament, how would Brandon have the courage to go against Wolf’s Fang? Keanu heaved a long sigh. His face was filled with grievance now. After being punished by Zayn in front of so many people, he felt tremendously embarrassed. Alas, he had no choice but to feel admiration for Zayn in the meantime because the latter was so powerful that he was terrifying. “It wasn’t Brandon Lewis but a newly-joined instructor, and his last name is Larson,” said Keanu bitterly.

she asks, her voice sharp with suspicion. “Yes,” Daniel confirms, turning to face his sister-in-law. “His name is Boris. He told his Alpha that there are rumors in the camp—or the supposed pack—that Emmanuel Reed is alive and currently gathering an army to reestablish his pack and take over the existing ones. From what I understand, Richard has the same objective.”

he replied looking back at Imogen before looking down at the train, pootling down the city. “Where are you?” “The safe house.” “Okay be there in two, ” he assured. Brandon is the doctor to the pack. He is also a werewolf who is 200 years old. He looks extremely young and handsome. His short curly hair, black eye, sophisticated lips said it all. He looks very breathtaking. Oliver threw his phone on the other sofa and held his hand groaning in pain, he sprawled on the sofa and rested his back before sighing. Suddenly the table in front of him screeched. He tumbled to the back of the chair in reflex and looked at the table which was looking absolutely normal.