Brothers At Arms Novels & Stories

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

Knox loomed over him, blade up, chest heaving, staring down three men wearing colors that I’d never seen. Not the greens and silvers of the neighboring pack, but something darker and wholly unknown, striped black and crimson like old and dried blood. Soren was pressed to a crumbling wall, his good arm holding the blade of a fourth opponent at bay from his throat. And Draven, bloody, chest heaving, stood between it all. Between his brothers and whatever the fuck was going on. "Calla, stay back," he started, and then his eyes found me fully and something in his face cracked with a relief so raw it looked like pain.

"Even if my daughter made a foolish mistake, she and my son-in-law still have four children. Such a bond can never be broken. Ryder, go ahead and throw this woman out." "Who's brave enough to try?" Madeleine snapped. "You fool! Those four children belong to your son-in-law's brother—they're my boyfriend's!" She stretched out her arm and sneered, "If they hadn't infected me with this filthy disease, do you really think I'd bother making a scene with you?" Unlike the smooth arms of other women, Madeleine's were scarred and uneven. Ulcers and oozing pus covered every inch of her skin. Everyone flinched at the gruesome sight and instinctively stepped away.

Arthur, the Eighth Brother. He looked like a man who had spent his life building bridges of steel while his brothers built bridges of starlight. He carried a cane topped with a simple silver wolf’s head, and behind him stood a legion of soldiers in "Null-Armor"—suits designed to absorb kinetic energy and ground it into the earth.

I immediately brought out my iPhone and took a picture of it, I needed this for memories. Not too long, Alma came in with a man I guess was her brother. He was tall, the depth of his shoulder was greater than the breadth of his shoulder. He threw his legs out at every step he took, aching his back slightly. His facial expression looked funny like he was forcing himself to smile. Alma held on to his arm tightly. I could tell she was avoiding eye contact with me. Suddenly her brother pulled his arm away from her grip and then walked up to me in a funny way, laughing out weirdly.

that was what I was busy thinking at that moment cause I felt like rewinding time back the moment I stepped into the school gates with a time machine so I could stay clear from the path Brenna stayed waiting for me. "Not my so called brother, he is my brother okay" I had to at least make that known before commencing with any other thing, " sure he is but he did look way more than a brother yesterday" Brenna just always had a way of provoking me to defence mode and in the process I would always end up spilling out all the private knowledge I kept at bay.

My brain wanted to tell me that it was an earthquake, though I’m quite sure that phenomenon hadn’t ever happened in this part of the world, at least not in my lifetime. Some glances were exchanged amongst the Gamma warriors, but that was their only reaction. Another couple minutes passed. My eyes were getting sore and tired from staring out into the spotlight glare. And then finally the trees stirred to life, like something big was moving through. And out came the brothers. They were both covered in blood. Nolan was, for some reason, shirtless. He was bloody all over but walking tall and looking strong, and he had his older brother in handcuffs and was pushing Adan forward ahead of himself.

He says. "So, have you seen any action?" I asked. "In battle? I've fought a couple of Rogue attacks. Me and my twin brother. I don't know why they keep attacking because they never win or even kill any of us. My brother makes sure that everyone in the pack has proper training so that they can take care of themselves." He explains. "That's good. My old Alpha only let teenage girls train in their junior and senior year of high school." I say. "So, you've only had one year of training? We start them at 13." He says.

Ariana's body was already covered with the enemy's blood when she finally got off her horse that was tired of running and moved swiftly to dodge the enemy's attacks. “Brother!” This time, Ariana turned her head when she saw Cale holding to his older brother, who should have been inside Alard Town's defenses. Cale burst into tears again, as he saw his brother had lost one leg on the battlefield. “Someone, please save my brother!”

“We’re both lucky it was a poor shot by an old man, or it would have gone over your head and into mine.” Rafe laughs tightly, waving the bandage away and looking towards the troops. “Help me up,” he says, “I want to see this.” Victor hesitates but then grasps his brother by the hand, lifting him to his feet. He, too, is desperate to see what happens with the armies meet. This is the moment in which their fates will be told, after all. The two brothers stand next to each other, watching the charge. The armies fly forward, each eagerly pounding through the grass, the turf disappearing beneath them as they grow closer and closer together.