Brother In Arms: D-day Novels & Stories

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.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Dave crashed to the ground, at it felt like every bone in his body was broken. It almost felt like the first time he shifted and that was bad. He just laid there for a few minutes not caring where it was until he heard something. He tried to move, but he could feel that he wasn’t even close to being able to move. He was determined to find his brothers and being killed now wasn’t ideal. When he heard the sound again tears started to roll down his cheek. In the last 100 years, he could not feel or sense his wolf, not one bit and he was afraid that he was gone, completely.

table..."Ethan, come I got someone I want to introduce you to" Amalia pulls on his arms leading him to the dining, she didn't let the man say a word..."Ethan, meet my friend, Nelly, the one I told you about, and Nelly, meet my brother, Ethan...the perfect match for a perfect gentleman" She praised and Ethan force a smile on, he was heartbroken hearing Amalia introduce him as her brother but he was quick to brush the feeling off as he comes to an understanding...He can't expect her to introduce him otherwise if for real he isn't one, the fact that she introduces him to her friend as her brother is worth smiling, meaning he is no longer a stranger to her but someone she can rely on...more to

His fingers lingered briefly on the back of my hand, as if in silent apology, before walking to the window and dialing a number. “Dad, Harry’s already found that mechanic from back then.” There were two seconds of silence on the other end before Danny’s cold voice came through. “Take care of him.” … Suburban auto repair shop, 3:15 a.m. A scar-faced man kicked the iron door open, his dagger glinting under the moonlight. The mechanic cowered against the wall, trembling. “I-I won’t say anything!” “The boss says only dead men won’t talk.” Scarface sneered, raising the dagger high.

Danny nodded frantically and promised right away, "I will, Dad! Just please bring her back. That man looked really scary." When Dad nodded, Danny finally relaxed. "Alright. Let's go get your sister now. It's her birthday today." A smile finally returned to Dad's face. Warmth spread through my chest at his words. They really did love me. Mrs. Fletcher next door was wrong when she said Mom only loved Danny. She was completely wrong! Next time I saw her, I would tell her exactly that. "Danny, we're going to bring your sister home now." I blinked in confusion. I was already home. I waved my hands frantically and tried to grab their arms. "I'm right here!"

I only see the bracelet, a reminder that I belong to them…. To the Dreadmoor brothers.

“If you wake her, I swear I will—" I yanked the door open with a brutal force that made it rattle. And froze, instantly assessing the scene. The courtyard below was a sea of bodies—warriors, elders, low-ranking servants, and even villagers from the outskirts of the territory. All were armed. Ropes, sharp spears, silver-tipped arrows, and enough torches to burn down a forest glowed menacingly even in the clear daylight. It was an entire army, mobilized in the pre-dawn hours.

Alpha Damian's eyes landed on us as well and he frowned, ordering most of his men to transform and kill everyone pointing towards our direction; many of them started shifting into wolves, the air filling with the ripping sound of flesh reforming and the low, feral growls that always set my teeth on edge. “Come on, brothers, let's educate them on why we are called the brothers of carnage,” Arman said, grinning like he always did before a fight, and we smiled back and charged forward. Our main target was Damian, so we made all our moves to get to him.

He fought with the ferocity of a true Alpha, he was furious and was ready to die in battle if the need be. As the battle raged on, the outcome was uncertain. Despite Dax's valiant efforts and the resilience of his pack, his brother's forces proved to be relentless and overwhelming. With dirty tactics and a ruthless army at his disposal, Damien managed to temporarily withdraw from the battlefield. After slitting a lot of throats, Dax stood at the edge of the blue lake, his heart heavy with grief. The lifeless bodies of his fallen infantrymen lay scattered on the island, a painful reminder of the cost he had paid to defend his territory.