Brothers At Arms Novels & Stories

A gas leak started a fire in the house. The flames closed in around me as I fought to make a call to my oldest brother, Stellan Fontaine. Stellan, the fire chief, arrived with his crew. But the ladder truck stopped at my adopted sister Piper Prescott's window, where there was not even a trace of smoke. "Piper's been timid since she was a kid. Get her down first!" Clinging to the window frame, I begged him. "Stellan! The flames are almost on me!" He did not even look up. "Immediate family gets evacuated last. That's the rule. Otherwise, I'd be using department resources for personal reasons." As Piper, still wearing her clean nightgown, stepped onto the ladder, the flames swallowed the d

His little brother jumps in excitement as he runs his hand on his hair, disheveling it. Amalia and her mum sat under the shelter in the yard, and Amalia place the guitar on the table, Mrs. Bella wondered what she was doing with it...little did she know, that her adorable daughter could play and sing beautifully..." mum, I going to sing you a song" She informs bringing out the guitar from the bag, Mrs. Bella was surprised yet happy she was going to sing for her...On the other hand, Ethan was watching at the corner, not wanting to spoil the mother and daughter fun moment...She plays on the guitar for a little while, testing it out..." I will be singing you a song titled 'Arms' by Christina Per

“Ten Thousand Armies?!” When he heard those three words, Jeremiah’s younger brother, James’ body shook uncontrollably out of fear as he said with incomparable panic, “How could… How could it be Ten Thousand Armies?!” After saying that, James looked at Jeremiah with a fearful expression on his face as he blurted out and asked, “Brother… You… How did you offend Ten Thousand Armies?!” Jeremiah originally did not know much about Ten Thousand Armies, but some time ago, there had been news about Ten Thousand Armies all around and so, he had also learned quite a lot about Ten Thousand Armies.

I transformed it until I could feel the god power vibrating inside of me. By the time I reached the double doors to the entrance up to the parking lot, twenty brothers and sisters were following me. They mounted their bikes. I swung my leg behind Amaan and together we rode to the front lines. It didn't take more than fifteen minutes. When we reached, the brotherhood stood facing three other factions. You could tell they were different by the way they were dressed. Each faction was congregated in a group mostly facing outward. They were trying to appear at ease, but not letting their guard down in case someone started shit.

I could not help but wonder if my lack of preparation had caused my brothers to resent me. Yet, through all the self-blame and doubt, I knew deep down that my brothers loved me in their own way. Their actions, though harsh, were driven by their own grief and confusion. As I lay lost in my thoughts, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my restless slumber. Blinking back tears, I looked up to see my brother Drew Armor. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions — sadness, concern, and perhaps even a hint of regret. I mustered a weak smile and threw myself into his embrace, seeking solace in his presence.

I couldn’t let that happen. Slowly I cleared the tears off of my eyes. I was my mother’s daughter. I was my father’s soldier. These boys are a piece of cake compared to the wars I’ve won for my ungrateful father. The ardents were my teammates and if there was anything Bloodrage ever taught me. It was to never leave your own behind. My breath suddenly hitched as I watched one of the brothers, the one with a chopped hand zoom from the shadows, his good arm raised in silent rage. A thick blade glinted under the light.

Enzo's POV The clamor of preparation echoed through the halls, the metallic clang of armor and the muted thuds of boots on stone sending a rhythm of impending war throughout the estate. I moved with purpose, adjusting the straps on my vest, checking the placement of ammunition pouches and sidearms, making sure every weapon was ready, every line of defense calculated. Ash, Kael, and Atlas were equally meticulous, the weight of responsibility heavy on all of us. Today, we were not just four brothers; we were the last line of defense for everything we held dear.

“Hello to you, too.” I blinked, still not quite used to being around someone who wasn’t carrying a weapon or half-covered in blood. “Hey.” Then she threw her arms around me. I laughed, hugging her back. It was so nice to be back here with Simone. When I had a chance, I was going to have to say something to my brother, Gabi, and their kids. Everyone wouldn’t think it had been that long since we left. Honestly, it was hard to believe it was only a day!

All he did was rise when it was time and lay waste to his foes. Most of his battles had been conquered with his brother by his side. It didn’t matter if it was some low-scale pack who decided to mess with Norstville and needed to be taught a lesson, or if it was one of the big guns that were starting to bite more than they could chew. Dale was always there. The brothers were not always best friends. They disagreed and quarreled most of the time. But when it came to matters of conflict, there was always an accord.

“Do we get a complimentary crate for good measure?” Armand never thought he could be more repulsed toward a person than the brother he met in Lancaster. He was wrong. “Put that down before you blow up the entire warehouse,” he snarked at Ilya. Ilya clicked his tongue and put the grenade back in the crate. He glanced at Ari and winked. “Of course ... well ... I think we’ve seen enough of your weapon show ... what do you think, brother?” He looked at Ivan, who had paid more attention to the entire presentation since the beginning.