Brother In Arms: D-day Novels & Stories

“Would you be here if they did not have sex?” Today, the sun beat down like a man furious on the eatery, baking human bodies along with it. Jason was on day shift and that meant he would be going home soon to see his brothers. Home was one room in their uncle’s house in Daltom where they were allowed to stay for the time and reminded constantly of how useless they were. Once Jason had thought of fighting his uncle and saying ‘fuck off’ to him, but his life savings advised him otherwise. There was no way he was going to survive outside there with three of his brothers without help from anybody. They would have nowhere to stay, that was for sure. Duke was still 11 and very stubborn; Jack was 8

Worry. But I couldn’t hear any of it properly. My dad. Alive. My third brother. Alive. And we were all in danger.

That dying message between brothers—so full of devotion and despair—pierced through millions of hearts. In the live broadcast, Aidan's trembling voice became the nation's tragedy. Within moments, the comment section exploded. 'God, this is unbearable! The brother is begging for his life while the other just sits in jail doing nothing!' 'Lucas is a monster! That's your brother, for God's sake!' 'How did someone like him ever become a chief engineer? Investigate him!'

He quietly nodded in agreement to his words and walked out of the room. "The elder brother will be the reason for the destruction of the younger one," he sighed in a melancholic tone as he walked towards his room. The next morning, Lucian was getting ready for the day when Wilson entered his room. "Boss," he addressed Lucian. "Yeah Wilson, tell me, what are the deals of today?" Lucian asked. "At first, we have a drug deal with Kennel, he will prepare for the consignment of a hundred million. Then we will be having a group of girls who are imported from South Asia for our escort service by afternoon and then we have an arms deal with Andrew Flinch," Wilson informed.

Tyler's POV: The morning was crisp, the sky painted in soft hues of orange and pink as the sun rose steadily over the horizon. A gentle breeze carried the earthy scent of dew-soaked grass, and the distant chirping of birds provided a backdrop to the steady rhythm of soldiers training in the field. I stood at the edge, my arms crossed, watching them spar. James stood beside me. The news from the Mountain View Pack had already reached the town, spreading like wildfire. It was the only thing people were talking about now. But as I watched the soldiers, my mind wasn’t on their drills. My thoughts were restless, tangled with concern for Alex and the others.

She repeated, "My brother's here. Don't you dare try anything!" Phoebe looked at her injured arm. "How deep is the wound?" "Bad enough to see bone!" Dahlia cried dramatically. "The pain nearly made me pass out. It's all because Flynn hit me with that baseball bat. He actually hit me! Is your brother insane or something? I'm not letting this slide, Phoebe!"

And they made love—slow and tender and desperate, like they were trying to hold onto each other against the inevitable pull of time. *** The D-day. Belarie's castle stood in front of them in the morning fog like something conjured from a nightmare. Every instinct screamed at them to turn back. They didn't. None of them wanted to. They moved swiftly through the gates, eleven of them in total—Killian, Kael, Dante, Adam, Brie, Onika, Mallory, Peggy, Lady Eden, Katherine, and Eliana—a small army bound together by desperation and the kind of love that makes people walk into the mouth of death without flinching.

‘Two sisters together’ ‘Always and forever.’ Daria offered us both an arm as we walked either side of her toward the large open gardens. There were so many guests here today to witness us marry both brothers, as well as witness Hunter become Alpha. A massive day within pack. Three major events brought into one large celebration, and a day their pack elders had been waiting for. Without our parents here to share it with us, we had asked Daria to walk us down the aisle after she had become an increasing support for both of us in recent weeks.

ALPHA CHRISTOPHER I re-entered the Royal Blood Moon territory with permission as I was meeting with at least 2 out of the 3 Mason Alphas. I must find out exactly why the 3rd brother won't be there. I head into the packhouse making my way to the Alpha office. As I enter, I smile as I bump into James. This now gives me the greatest opportunity to find out more information about what happened with my brother. He looks at me in surprise.

Damien called out to the rest of the hunters and trackers. They'd touched down on a private airbase run by the Russian military. After the end of the Cold War, the Brotherhood had created secret agreements with local military bases in every major country to have safe passage in and out of any region. The local military assumed that they were some kind of special forces, though the use of an American transport no doubt raised some eyebrows. The Brotherhood's true identity was only shared with top government officials, and sometimes not even then, depending on the country's stability. The last thing anyone wanted was for word of the supernatural to reach the general population.