Brother In Arms Book Novels & Stories

Not of losing me—but of losing control. His forced smile returned, sharp as glass. “Fine. Have your little show. But don’t come crawling back when you realize my brother isn’t the hero you think he is.” He turned on his heel and stormed out, the echo of his footsteps slamming through the silence he left behind. The room stilled again. My knees felt weak, the weight of everything pressing down on me all at once. I hugged my arm to my chest, the skin still burning where his fingers had dug in.

Armani The sharp sting across the back of my skull jolts me forward. I haven't even turned around fully before Xavier's hand connects with my head, the sound echoing in the quiet forest clearing. "What in God's name did you do, Armani?" My brother's voice is low but carries the weight of thunder.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I was confused... I was angry... I wanted comfort..." "Comfort?" He spat the word out like poison, cutting me off. "In the arms of my fucking younger brother?" Before I could even react. Without thinking. Without hesitation. Luther's grip tightened on my wrist, a brutal, bruising hold. A sharp gasp ripped from my throat as he yanked me away from Richard. It hurt, promising more pain. Richard didn't stop him. He didn't move a muscle. He just watched, as if he was ready to be entertained. Like he was enjoying the show. Like he wasn't the reason I was suffering right now.

All my brothers look at me. "No they are not devil's but, they give me a hard time. One doesn't want to get out of bed and the other says silly reasons for not getting out of bed even after being awake, one is a bookworm while the other is a game lover. See my sisters they will wake up by themselves and then they will get ready too. So having a sister is a real blessing," I said to which everyone smiled. ********

“I want to hit this fucker hard and fast and take away everything he’s ever worked for. I want to send the word out that no one touches what’s mine. Timothy Flynn made his last mistake this morning when he took my woman.” Roman thrust his hand into the circle the five of them made. Sazon put his hand on top of Roman’s, soon Barshan and Yuri’s hands joined the others. Finally, Mikial’s hand topped theirs. Then all five chanted, “We are brothers by choice, blood has brought us together and holds us strong. Brothers we are and brothers we will always be.”

My arms trembled as I struggled to push his limp body away. It was then, amid my blurred vision and rising desperation, that I heard hurried footsteps approaching. My heart leapt as I saw Thomas appear in front of me, his gaze filled with a restrained fury and, at the same time, relief. In his still-trembling hands was the firearm that had fired the shot. He had saved my life… and killed his own brother. The man quickly lifted Adrian's body off me, his expression shifting to something between worry and despair as he took in my condition.

And then I kick him dead in the chest and watch him fly straight to a wall ahead. I have it in me to pick up the sword on the ground but then change my mind. Although that was enough to distract me from seeing that my brother was back on his feet. Didn’t even realize he was coming at me until the last second when I put up my hand to avoid an incoming blow to the head. The pain that seeps through my arms is a little unexplainable and I won’t lie that it feels like I have broken some bones in my arm. But I counter it by grabbing onto his hand with my other arm and then slamming him right to the ground.

"Well, you should read the book. '' he suggested, walking toward his car. Justice, one of the soldiers of his pack, straightened his back from the SUV at my sight. I turned to go to the house to get my book. "Ember." I heard Justice shouting my name. "I need to grab my book. I'll be back soon. Just five minutes." I said. "Alpha would shred me in pieces if I let you go alone. I hope you don't mind." He said. "Not at all. I understand." I nodded, knowing the wrath of my brothers if something happened to me. I had faced this one when I was ten. I still felt sad that day. That was the only day I didn't talk to my brothers.

I was sunken in regret while he was suffocated by hatred. And keeping out distinctive perceptions, Armiz completely shattered our bond by his next words. “And from now on, your biggest enemy is your biological brother,”

I couldn’t let that happen. Slowly I cleared the tears off of my eyes. I was my mother’s daughter. I was my father’s soldier. These boys are a piece of cake compared to the wars I’ve won for my ungrateful father. The ardents were my teammates and if there was anything Bloodrage ever taught me. It was to never leave your own behind. My breath suddenly hitched as I watched one of the brothers, the one with a chopped hand zoom from the shadows, his good arm raised in silent rage. A thick blade glinted under the light.