Brandon Stark Novels & Stories

"Come in.....he's all stitched up and medicated. He seems to be coming out of the shock right now. Come in." Brandon tried to shift on the bed and with a mighty grunt he managed to balance himself into a sitting slump on the pillows. His spine and hips were so weak that he barely managed to hold it. But he refused to be taken laying down. He knew that escape was impossible the way that he was, as weak as he felt, but he still wanted to be ready for anything.

her Mother, she sat up abruptly grabbing the wooden frame and brought it close to her face, Serena wore a wide smile on her face and her hair was up in a bun, she was kneeling down by a young boy holding a long stick. “That is Serena, she was one of the best warriors anyone has ever saw." Brandon said and leaned against her shoulder, "I'm trying to find the one who killed her. I had told her brother to kill her daughter after she murdered her mother. I demanded her daughter be killed. He promised he would, but he never fulfilled that promise. Instead he let her get away. Now, it's my job to find her and kill her." Brandon said, Morana froze on his lap, she ran a finger down her mother's smil

I have to provide a better life for, at least better than mine. I got ready for work and while I looked in the mirror as I did my hair, I looked too much like my mother. When I was little Dad always used to say that I will grow up to be exactly like my mother. And now I can see why he used to say that. Both my parents died in a car crash 8 years ago, and since then a lot have changed for me and my pack. My brother Alex was throned as our Alpha even though he was a mere kid and my brother Archer was announced as our Beta after their demise.

Liam is still the same. Brandon smiled before he gestured for Liam to follow him while keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. It wasn't easy for a normal person to keep an eye on their surroundings to see any potential danger while protecting someone, but for Brandon, it was an easy task. After all, he's a commander of special forces before the end of the world, and he's been in the apocalypse in his past life for how many years? Thus, this kind of instinct and ability developed.

Theo told her, and the head salutary went to her office. They sat again when Tyros' phone rang from a call, "I will just answer this!" He told them. He went outside the infirmary and saw Brandon waiting outside. "What are you doing here?" Tyros asked him, "Don't ask that kind of question to me." Brandon told him and looked inside the infirmary. "You can't see her, bro! Theo is inside!" Tyros told him, and Brandon looked at Tyros. "I know— "What happened to Stella?" Alpha Raven appeared with Remus, and they looked at Brandon. "What did you do, Brandon!" Alpha Raven asked him, and Brandon shook his head. "I didn't do anything, Dad!" Brandon answered.

Brandon pushed himself up, wiping the blood from his nose, trying to regain some show of dignity. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he forced himself to speak, trying hard not to show any form of weakness. “You think you can just do this to me?” he spat, his voice shaky but defiant. “You can’t just kidnap me. I’m a Smith! My family has connections—” Boom! Sebastian’s men wasted no time as another landed a hefty blow to his stomach. Brandon landed on his back with a thud, the air knocked out of him.

Coming here, everyone was putting themselves out there while he slaked, went shopping, and stayed back to take care of pups with Leah. Why should we call him in kingdom matters when he had nothing to offer? Brandon, especially, put himself out there. He was training nonstop; he never for one day slack. Duncan stayed with Maeve and me during court matters, giving us smart ideas. He would stay all day in the library, learning other supernatural languages and reading books that would help him help us better. But he cared only about shopping and looking good, and we all let him be himself. I can’t believe he would do this. “I was angry, Bran...” we gasped as his head rolled off. Blood splashed o

Brandon continued to taunt Heather, once again making fun of her. "It's none of your business!" "Aren't you afraid that Silva's wife or girlfriend will kill you?" Brandon repeated it. "He doesn't have a girlfriend. This time, I'm sure I'll be Mrs. Silva instead of just ending up with a mistress like Donovan!" "Huh, how quickly did you forget the Chad Donovan you adored? If I knew this, I wouldn't have to worry about finishing him off. Just let him torture you to death!" Brando shouted at the peak of his extreme frustration until he admitted that he was the natural killer of Chad Donovan.

But if not, then Brandon would take the violent route. After losing Rachel, Brandon had tried to be patient and suppress his cruel nature. As an authoritative leader, he will seek the best solution. After all, Brandon needed their saliva as medicine. "Hey, aren't you in too much of a hurry? How about we introduce ourselves to each other first?" said the man in the robe. The smirk that formed on his lips seemed to mock Brandon. Then, he extended his hand with artificial politeness. "Damon Bloodknight," he continued, introducing his name.

Mystic Dragons had an even stronger sense. I knew what was going on the moment that she called me. Our paths were converging in the most unexpected way. Maddox Stark, son of the illustrious Calvin Stark, was someone that I wanted to help but fate warned me against intervening. He would be freed when the time came all because of his mate.