Brotherhood Outcasts Novels & Stories

"Honestly, I don't mind three of you guys getting lost inside a box as long as I get what I want." Clark looked at Savannah. Savannah looked at Michael. The three of them stared back at Carlos. "What do you mean?" "You see," Carlos continued. "I am a member of a brotherhood but I am not sure I told you guys the exact brotherhood I pay loyalty to. I have lived in this world for a good number of years and all I have seen is wickedness, hate and the evil nature of mankind. The brotherhood I pay loyalty to is the brotherhood that seeks to restore normality in this world by making werewolves the rulers of this world. The superior head of all mankind. Now, do you guys get what I am trying to say?"

“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.”

“How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?” He scoffed– “Yes he is my brother– but I do not condone disrespect and—” “Is this what you are doing now, trying to taint my husband all black so I can fall back into your arms?” I blurted. “I never said such– But if that's the case, A man never snitches. But I guess you do see the signs– so why fight it?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression still. “Do you really think everything revolves around your ego?”

"You drew blood on your own brother, over a woman. It has never been done in this lineage, we don't let women have hold over men." "I shot him, not because of a woman but because he tried to steal my position through marriage." "She's nothing," Ethan spat, staring at me with pure hatred. "A street rat who was convenient." Adrian's grip tightened on my hand. "Watch your mouth." Enzo's voice rose. "Brothers don't turn on each other like this." "Then we were never really brothers," Adrian replied. "This girl is tearing our family apart." Ethan slammed the desk, bellowing with full force. I cowered at Adrian's back.

"Alpha, your father sent us to bring you home." Only then did I realize Damian was the Alpha of the Maple Pack, a half-blood Alpha who moved unseen between human towns and the packs. Soon, Damian left. Winter Solstice came. All the staff from the inn applied for leave to return home. In the end, I was left alone as the hustle and bustle died down. I would face this holiday in solitude, just like the many holidays I had spent before Julian took me in. I was used to it, though. I made some simple pasta and sat by the window.

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

Ayla had never felt like her family accepted her fully even before she was unable to shift,she had never truly felt like they loved her especially her Dad he always acted aloof to her,although her mom showed her that she cared sometimes,she and her siblings don’t have any bonds between them,she was the outcast. Lunar spirit festival is a festival celebrated across the kingdom meant to honor the dead, those wolves who had fallen in battle and those whose lives had been lost to the ongoing war against the witches. The festival meant more than remembrance rather it was a day of celebration,games, and rituals. A reminder that even in hard times and war,the packs had lived, fought, and thrived to

They aren't just solely from our pack; they are from other packs, other realms—humans, zombies, pixies, fairies, and other supernaturals. They aren't allowed into any packs or realms except Wraithland, where they have been banished. It is then I notice the deep X scar on his neck. If any of the wanderers are caught in these parts, they wouldn't be spared. No wonder he looks so pale and lifeless. "You are a wanderer?" "I exalt myself above that name." "What if you had been caught? You know what they do to people like you—" His sudden frown makes me recoil. "I don't fear death or torture. But I do inflict it on people." His smirk returns, and then he steps closer, placing his hands on my sleev

The walk back toward the last known location of the members of his pack had been quite a somber one, with Brick feeling the heaviness of his naked body with each step and the uncomfortable sensation of pure earth beneath his feet accompanied by all aches from sharp rocks to broken twigs digging into his heels as he winced and managed to make his way toward the strange structure that had formerly housed an outlaw group who had been in the process of manufacturing their drugs. Brick recalled the rancid stench all too well and nearly gagged once more as his nostrils flared with recognition and disgust. He saw his way to attempting to find something to put on as he continued to search for his re