Brotherly Anime Novels & Stories

Iris’s POV Easton Andersen, the future Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack, my big brother, will be back home today. I was informed by Noah, the son of our Beta David, also Easton’s close friend. Hmm..Of course, I don’t believe he is here for Olivia’s birthday party, that’s my mother, not his. When I last saw him was 2 months ago, and the last words I got from him were" Fuck off".He hates Olivia, and he hates me, even though I thought he loved me three years ago.

"Brother… I will forget our bond if you do not step away from my Anima Alterum…" I gasped; this man was Aeneas' brother? And he hurt Caleb… and now he was after me. 'Caleb… please… I beg you… love… wake up!'

"Ryder and his twin brothers helped me through that hell." A known look on Andrius passed and he led his hand out for him to take which Ryder gladly took. "Andrius, her brother." "Ryder, Elena's brother." He replied, pressing on his words. A wave of warm shock flooded within me and I kept my face neutral as possible. Why was even bothering? But, somewhere deep it felt good...good to regarded as someone's family. Andrius nodded. "Nice to meet you. It may be late but let me convey it once again--a big thanks on behalf of helping my sister."

Even from a distance, I could make out her long lashes, and her dimple constantly appeared at the slight movements of her cheek. She was divine. She was beautiful. She was everything I wanted in a woman. Sadly, she was also my sister, and I couldn’t have her. She asked me to be her big brother. Just her big brother. She could have asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have welcomed that more. It would have been a hundred times easier. I turned on my PlayStation and decided to play a round of Tekken. I needed to channel the heat, the anger into something else. Otherwise, I didn’t think I could survive the night. I would break my promise to her, and I knew she would let me.

As far as I was concerned, nothing had ever happened between us. I hadn't even told Annie about it. It was too embarrassing and weird. "Have I mentioned that your new step brother is a smoke show," my best friend wolf whistled behind me. I glared at her, "About a hundred times. And stop admiring him, it's creepy and he's an asshole." She snorted, "I don't plan on putting a ring on his finger, Ari. Relax. I bet he could make me forget all the other boys I've been with it. Is he not into women?"

she ribs smugly. While I can’t deny that my desire to taunt and hurt her is reminiscent of Azadou, she’d be shocked to learn that my words are heavily influenced by her own animai, not mine. My brother is a pure, kind-hearted soul, and when he cares for someone he puts his whole heart into it. That being said, he can also be a massively catty bitch when he wants to be. Even though my words are directed at his animai, I know he’d be proud of me.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

Unlike directly showing their love, they loved to show their affection toward this pitiful little sister in a weird way, just like now. “Take this box.” A young boy around twenty-three years old said coldly. He, Berlin Anwar is the eldest brother of Alexis. He was a senior-level swordsman. His personality was cold-hearted in the eyes of others but all of the Anwar family members knew that he was a warm person in heart who wanted to protect his beloved one. “Brother, what is this?” With her fake smile, Alexis asked him because Alexis knows that although this brother doesn't laugh or smile, he loved to joke with his siblings.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."