Brotherhood Outcast Novels & Stories

The moment I learned that blood doesn’t guarantee loyalty. After that, I walked away from everything. The family, the company, the name. I built something of my own—offshore investments, discreet acquisitions, tech startups nobody associates with the Delacroix dynasty. I made my own empire, one that didn't need Damien's shadow to grow. But even success doesn’t quiet the storm inside me. I take a slow sip of the whiskey. It burned all the way down, but it’s nothing compared to what I feel when I let myself think.

Word spread like wildfire through my family, through my own pack, and no one said a fucking thing. I’m treated like a headcase, like something people have to be careful around. My brother is the worst offender, which is why when Ryatt came to me and asked if I wanted to leave, if I wanted to claim this territory as my own and be as far away from everyone, and everything, I accepted. He understands what it’s like to be the outcast, the cursed one, the enemy. The last thing I ever wanted was for anyone to worry about me. Now my friends were staging an intervention.

BUSHWIND TOWN 21:30PM Elita slowly walks around the forest confidently prepared for anything. “You don’t like to listen to orders” The familiar mysterious voice speaks walking out the corner of one tree “i don’t like to follow rules” I say turning around and facing the man Infront of me

He decreed. Blake stood up, “ I have a triad of men who would be perfect for the scout group. They are not our pack member but I trust them explicitly ” He said with a nod, as he got ready to leave, and seeing Gerrard questioning look he stopped and turned back to the desk.“ They are Rogues” he explained, “but not as you or I know them, they are brothers who live outside the pack boundaries. They keep to themselves and are not interested in crisis with any peaceful pack. They helped me once when I got into trouble with so many enemies and a pup and asked in return that I some never tell anyone of their whereabouts as they did not want to suffer from the surrounding packs. I have remained fri

Only a fraction of it was visible, but I knew what the rest of the design looked like. A lone wolf. My blood turned to ice. "Rogues," I whispered, the word barely making it past my lips. Only those who had been banished carried that mark. Those who had been cast out of their packs, stripped of their rights, forced to live in the shadows. Ezra. My little brother. My naive, stupid little brother he had been dealing with a rogue. I gritted my teeth, my whole body tensing with anger. My vision blurred at the edges, fury clawing its way through my veins.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

The call ended, leaving the room quieter than before. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere out there was a brother he had never met, a person who shared his face, his blood, his origin. It was the one unresolved thread in his life, the one question that never quite let him rest. And lately, it felt as though everything was pulling too close at once. His job. His search. And a student he had no right to think about the way he did. Exhaling slowly, he reached for the stack of essays on his desk, forcing himself back into familiar ground. Distance, he reminded himself, was the only way forward.

What about Ian? As soon as he started school, my mother quickly bought him a new phone and computer. She even glorified it. "Your younger brother will become a big shot, unlike you. People like you will only end up in the gutter for the rest of your life, and there’s no way you can ever compare to your younger brother." However, it was precisely a loser like me who saved Ian's life at the critical moment. After learning he had escaped, I was so angry that I drove home overnight to make him turn himself in and explain.

My mouth opens, ready to argue it does not involve my brother in drugs, but I catch myself in time. Sadly, not in time to close my mouth before giving myself away. My brother is many things, but after watching his best friend OD at sixteen, he's not a drug runner or seller or pusher or anything like that. In fact, he promised me after being banished to Pelican Bay and the lackluster club, he would work on turning it around to a more legitimate business. There's a very thin line most clubs can walk where they maintain the reputation but can use their services for good.

Alpha Tim asked, pulling me away from my phone. “Yes. I had someone I thought might help.” My words were distracted. “But he wanted to wait for his true mate and he didn’t want me to resent him later.” The alphas all nodded their heads. I slid my phone back into my pocket and tucked that information away. I told them about Nina and Nadine. About Vince. Brandon. And finally, I got to the end. “They call themselves the Brotherhood of Blood.” Thoth stiffened beside me. But my dad furrowed his brow. “Who does?”