Brook Warriors Novels & Stories

Dave starts, only to be interrupted by Jack. "Oh? Brandon and them are coming?" He questions, sounding somewhat excited. He then looks at me, having him scrunch his features together in what looked to be frustration before refocusing his attention back on his dad. "Yes, and we are going to Mt. Olympus Resorts when they do." He explains. "What's that?" I question, feeling confused. "It's a waterpark just a couple hours outside of Omaha." He informs, having me nod my head in understanding. "And don't worry the boys are around the same age as you, but you can bring some friends if you'd like." He smiles.

“Of course not. I would never give Brook back to him, but I need you both to understand the gravity of the situation.” “Why don’t I say I don’t want to go back?” Who told the alpha I was here? It only took me a nanosecond to know who. God damn freaking Beth. “I’m afraid your word doesn’t count. You’re still a minor. With your mother and I being mates, we all belong to Black Mountain.” “Why does Ryan want Brook back home so much that he’d risk war?” Mom asked. “Power, Nancy,” Harry said with a defeated air about him. “He hates Brent and his nonviolent ideals more than anything in this world. As Ryder’s mate, Brook allows Ryan to have power over him and through him, his father.”

He asked, nodding his head towards Brook. As much as I wanted to respond, I kept my mouth shut. He didn’t seem to be finished, so I kept quiet and waited for him to continue. As long as he was talking, that was all that was needed. I had to trust my men to handle it. Between Eric and I, we gave the warriors a crash course on dealing with hunters, I have no doubt they can hold their own. “As far as why I need both, well I don’t really. Except for, if I have both, they may be more willing to work with me. I have spent years trying to get information out of that one,” Shane motioned towards Brook’s father.

Hands slowly coming to the table, like a woken animal, “We’re offering long-term volume that makes those look like side gigs.” “Everyone says that before quarterly reports drop...” Zee fired back without missing a beat. Then she looked at me, I wondered what she wanted me to say when she seemed to have it all together, “But fine... New angle...” she said spontaneously, still holding those pupils at me, my guess was that she thought I'd disapprove? I'd have rather had her handle the meeting herself if I could, “Oliver?” “Three new Ro-Ro vessels of the six in production arrive in five days from Korea. We load directly onto them.” Claymore added, and the room suddenly fell into stunned silence.

Hawk and Doc I guess helped there, everyone knows that it isn't just the brothers who would set fire to the city to burn people who hurt women, but the whole of Waysley biker club would as well. That alone gives Grayson a slight bit of reassurance to let me leave alone. It didn't last though, after six months I was ordered no more work. I wanted to fight on it, but I knew it made it easier for them. Grayson wasn't worried about me anymore when I was usually working. It meant they had more time to work, as they weren’t constantly checking up on me. It's being perfect, in an 'I'm fucking my three mafia stepbrothers and carrying their child way' I smile at that.

"I just said yes to her because you were dancing with that Mouth person." "Mouth isn't some slut who will try and sleep with me!" She argued that he would even compare her sweet Mouth to Rose. "How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't?" Jaxx questioned. "I mean his name is Mouth, I feel like someone nicknamed Mouth couldn't be sweet and innocent," he said not getting why she started to laugh a little. "Broody you are so cute," Eve got over her mood, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mouth got the nickname Mouth because he talks all the time about sports," she shakes her head. "Any other reason, I do not know."

Stephanie's Perspective: As if carried on the wind, Brock's wolf appeared beside me in a breathless moment. The burden of my friend's weight on my back slowed my stride. Together, we headed south toward our pack, while Brock veered southwest, circling behind the hospital to avoid the turmoil tearing through the vicinity. It was then that Brock had a flash of insight, recalling a hidden tunnel near the western mountains—a secretive passageway that burrowed beneath our pack's territory. With this knowledge, he subtly altered our course, steering us away from the tumult of battle.

My voice caught mid sentence when I felt his cold hand slowly traveling up my thigh. I gasped I as start wiggling. "Don't test me, kitty cat. I know what you're doing. Don't think that I won't do anything to you now, because you're not 13 anymore." It was a warning. "What are you talking about? You're m-my b-brother." My voice came out as mere whisper. "STEPBROTHER! And this is the last time I'm warning you, next time I'll kick you out of this house along with your inappropriate clothes." His eyes were suddenly on fire now.

"Jaxon, man. She came out of nowhere. I didn't see her.." Jaxon. Even drunk, the name registered like cold water. Jaxon Blackwood. Hockey captain. Future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. The name that got whispered like a warning before new students even stepped on campus. I had kissed him. "Oh no," I breathed. Something shifted in his expression. The fury was still there but something else had moved in underneath it. He tilted his head slightly and his nostrils flared, just barely, the way wolves did when a scent caught them off guard.

Barret growled, his voice dangerously low. This wasn't just about hockey anymore. The situation was taking a terrifying, nightmare turn the coach never expected. Looking into the psychotic, unhinged glare behind the blade, the coach immediately took three steps back. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Barret would cut his throat open without a second thought if he pushed further.