Brothers At Arms Novels & Stories

Armor from different eras. Different kingdoms. Different centuries. Some carried swords reduced to fragments. Others wielded spears blackened with age. A few still bore banners. Torn banners from nations long erased from history. And at the front marched giants. Not monsters. Humans. Or what had once been human. Warriors nearly ten feet tall. Their bones glowed faintly beneath cracked skin. Blue fire burned within empty eye sockets. Every step they took shook the ground. The Grave Legions. The name suddenly felt inadequate.

Richard being with Arden meant he wasn’t alone. And even though the thought still pinched my heart in an odd way, because there was a time when I was the one who would have sat with him through the night, rubbing his back, holding his hands, letting him lean, there was also something deeply comforting about seeing the brothers finally… align. They were royalty, yes. But they were also men. Men who had been raised inside pressure and performance, men who had learned to swallow emotions until they turned into weapons, men who had been trained to look invincible even when they were bleeding.

He's rocking designer shades, black studded leather jacket and pants like he's modelling for a leather company. He looks super hyper, and there's a proud smirk on his lips as he walked with all eyes on him. He stopped in front of Roonie, their heights almost matching __ Roonie is a little bit taller. "You should welcome me home, don't you think? I became your brother overnight. You father adopted me!" He laughed at his face. Roonie remained silent, his eyes not swaying a bit. Hyce and Axel stepped back, staying beside each other with same look in their eyes.

"I'm giving you my favorite toy so that you won't be lonely." His mouth trembled just like Mom's had. "Don't come find me either. I wasn't a good brother. I kept lying and making you take my punishments. I'm sorry, Sienna." The three of them wrapped their arms around each other and stood there in silence. "That's not true," I whispered, my vision blurring with tears. "I love you all so much. You're the best family in the whole world." I floated above them, and tears fell from my eyes without warning, landing right between them.

“That doesn’t mean I should leave dried blood on your face like you’re some reckless pup fresh from his first fight.” Theo shot him a look, but it lacked its usual bite as Armad caught his chin firmly this time and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Theo’s lip was split deep enough to sting with every movement. “You had no right,” Armad said quietly. Theo let out a dry laugh that turned into a wince halfway through. “No right to stop my brother from beating his mate?” Armad’s hand stilled for a fraction of a second. “She is his mate,” he said carefully.

"Did you not see that message? Someone is going to hurt Ethan if we go through with this." "Someone is bluffing to make you scared enough to back out." He took a corner too fast. "And we are not giving them what they want." "Even if it costs my brother's life?" "Your brother will be protected. I am putting a team of six former Special Forces operatives around him twenty-four seven. No one will get within ten feet of his room." "You cannot guarantee that." "Watch me." He pulled up to the hospital entrance, tires screeching. "Stay in the car until I confirm it is safe."

Pulling on his gloves, he took his stance and waited for his younger brother. The men wasted no time on courtesy and went straight to work on each other’s appearance. Every blow was fierce and merciless, yet strangely free of genuine hostility. Only when neither of them had the strength left to remain standing did the fight finally come to an end. Somewhere in the distance, a disappointed sigh escaped from the trio of onlookers. They had expected a clear winner, but this time the match ended in a draw. Breathing heavily, the brothers stepped out of the ring and leaned back against the platform, bursting into loud laughter.

Ethan was on the right. Jace was wearing a plain white t-shirt. The same one he wore at his house. Ethan was wearing a plain black t-shirt. The same one he wore at his house. They were not in suits. They were not in CEO clothes. They were just Jace and Ethan. Two brothers. Coming back to Mom's house. "Morning, Mom," Jace said, left side. "Morning, Mom," Ethan said, right side. Mom crossed her arms. Single mom. "You are early. Both of you. Together?"

ALEXANDER'S POV Cole has been spending a lot of time in the barracks and in the training fields. I watch him as he moves around the recruits and smile. It is something that he used to love doing, but in his position as oldest of his brothers, his Alpha duties always came before anything else. Since he has come back, I have noticed that he misses those duties as he hasn't been able to do them. He, however, has been really helpful around here with the recruit training and keeping the security patrols up to date and always changing.

Neither of us knew that the other was involved with this company. On top of all that, if I was truly being honest with myself, Amalia was the best relationship I had ever been in. I was eager to see where the relationship was going to go, and I did not want to mess it up now. As the end of the day approached, I decided to call my brother to get his opinion about all of this. “Brother. How is the first day going?” Jonathan answered the phone. “Not bad. Went around a met a few teams, including the team that is starting the pediatric research I had mentioned.” I replied, leaning back in my chair.