Novel & Cerita Brotherhood Outcasts

she asks after two bites. I enjoy the taste of my sandwich before answering. “The brothers came out of the prison system. It’s a rough place and if you don’t have protection inside, your life isn’t worth shit. I know because I tried to play that game. Had the shit beat out of me, so I hooked up with the Aryans.” I stop talking for a moment and give myself time to decide how much to say. I gaze back at the desert hills and continue. “Coming into the real world when you get out isn’t easy. If you have no support, you end up back inside. Fox offered a sense of family.” I give a disgusted laugh and fix my gaze on Sofia. “Before I knew what happened, I was doing fucked up shit for him. Once you’r

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

"Even if it's just friendship. I can't stand the idea of you being a stranger." "Friendship?" she scoffed softly, a bitter edge to her tone. "After everything? After 'brother snatcher' and 'liar' were thrown around like confetti?" "I never called you those things," he interjected quickly, his brow furrowing. "I never believed them. Not really. I was just too scared to stand up for you." He leaned back, a defeated slump to his shoulders. "I was a coward, Ava. I admit it. I let the mob mentality win."

Liam laughed. “Animals like you don’t deserve to live.” Samantha stared at Liam in anger. “My brother isn’t bad like me; he's not bad enough to kill his brother; no, he can’t kill me,” Liam smirked, looking at Aaron. “Give me your wife Samantha along with the mafia seat, and then I will never bother you again.” Liam laughed, and Aaron grabbed his fist in anger. As Silas steps to stand up, Vicente stops him and gestures, “Let Aaron think about what to do with his brother.”

"You son of a bitch, this quest has gotten even more fun! Wish Lucas would've been here to see this, but thanks to your brother and his wolfs he ain't." "I heard you wanted me dead," William said. Nicholas turning around to his fellows said, "Let me introduce to you all, William Castle, my maker and you all. The founder of this defense crew against hybrids and werewolves," he then faced William once more. "Well, we no more defend as you used us to defend you and your brother, we now hunt for them, we take the fight to them." The crowd cheered a bit to this open announcement and resumed back to their various activities.

He said a manic grin splitting on his face. “It’s been a long time since we had a one-on-one with the vamps.” He directed to the cabal of mad dogs who were watching the exchange between the two brothers intently! They wooed and cheered, and I was once again reminded of the fact that my own brother gathered a bunch of outcasts and formed his own pack. And they were doing all kinds of dirty work. Underground illegal fights, assassinations, drug dealing… he was the literal nightmare for every living species on earth.

One attacks I catch it by the snort and twist breaking its neck. “Whose next? If the time of the Lycan has ended then you best kill every member of my family,” I taunt them as my pack warriors bring out six dead bodies from the woods. “Alpha we killed six.,” a warrior yells. “Shift back,” I order the rogues using my Royal command. They do. I know these guys. “What the fuck?” “Your sister banished our families, we are outcasts because she didn’t like our parents,” Brent the oldest tells me. “Thankfully we found a pack that wanted us.”

Jaxon I meet up with the rest of the boys under Jace Grey’s founded Brotherhood. We talk politics, NBA, girls—typical distractions for men like us, pretending we still have normal lives when the truth is, we’re far from it. The Brotherhood isn’t just some frat for bored rich kids with unresolved trauma. It’s a movement, or at least that’s how we like to see it. A rebellion disguised in cigars, laughter, and whiskey. But we know better—we’re angry men with unfinished business.

“Three generations back, their Alpha was playing in operas in his free time, which was at least once a week.” “Damn, and now you’ll be related to one?” “Possibly, twice in-law’d, but yeah. He’s a kid though. Only eighteen. He relies a lot on the Hellhounds for help, and security. News circulates a lot better now than it did centuries ago, and they’ve attracted a lot of negative attention. The Brotherhood has offered a lot of support because they are their main investors, but the Brotherhood has not adapted well to the increase in population in the last centuries. Their effectives are spread thinner and thinner every year, and they’re seeing enemies everywhere.”

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?”