Colonel Christopher Brandon Novels & Stories

1000 troops of Aeternum soldier were lining up, getting busy entering the Airships, moving supplies, weapons everything that they need, this was the troop that will be leaving to the Kingdom of Eloesa, Since the troops were heading to the Kingdom of Eloesa, naturally, the Eloesan Warrior, and Duchess Kolarova were there as they too will be going with the Aeternum Army. "That..is our Howitzer launcher…one shot from that lump of metal…can destroy an entire city gate and even a part of the wall..killing a Kraken?…that thing can easily do it..". (Major Brandon) Major Brandon was the commanding officer of the troop that will be sent to the Eloesa Kingdom, he was a decorated Army major, and was on

He looked between me and Jane and a slow smile spread across his face. "Well." His voice was warm and carried something amused underneath it. "I did not expect to find Alexander Hagreeves' number one supporter in a police precinct." His dark eyes settled on mine and the smile deepened at the corners. "And I definitely did not expect to hear her going at him like that." He tilted his head. "I'm Brandon. His cousin." A beat, easy and completely unhurried. "We should grab a drink sometime. I have a feeling you and I would get along real well." ALEXANDER

Like a block of human ice, and he seems to be out of it already. “General Brandon, that’s enough. Let the building burn,” Theo orders. However, Brandon only growls in answer. “Brandon!” Brandon takes his hands off the ground. He stands up and faces Theo. Black is creeping on his cornea. It looks scary and weird. He shakes his head, but the black is engulfing his eyes. And when he looks back at Theo, he says, “Eugene Theo Pitchford. You arrogant, shrewd, *asshole King.”

Brandon said as if everything was fine now. Liam smiled. "Well, I cause you guys a lot of..." Liam's eyes widened when Brandon planted a kiss on his lips. Everyone around them jaw-dropped. As the former commander of the Special Forces, Brandon really has a high reputation among military personnel. Be it a man with a lower rank up to the rank only one lower than him, they all look up to Brandon.

His chest is steady, his body completely slack. Brandon is dead.

Brandon asks me as we make our way out of the warehouse after cleaning ourselves. "We're not going to expose him. I just want him to know that I am ready for a war with him. I want you to paste a note from my side in a gift box and send his head as my offering of war to him. He demanded it and now I am giving it to him." I reply heading to my car. "Benjamin isn't an ordinary goon, Hunter. He runs the organization in the front row whereas the Scopian do it behind the curtains. Undoubtedly, he's the best commander after Liam Harris and Scopian would never wish him to be dead, specially by us." Brandon reasons.

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

Sienna looked up and stared at him through the reflection in the mirror. "What do you want?" she asked Brandon. "You sure do move quickly. Think that kid was ready to propose to you," he said with his white cap underneath his arm while sipping his drink. Sienna spun around in her seat, "Fuck you!" "Any time, any place." Sienna turned away from him and continued to pamper herself in the mirror. She couldn't think when he looked at her like that. "Chris is a great guy. He finished his first year at Annapolis and his father is a Vietnam hero and really big into charities. He's sweet and considerate, which is nothing like you, actually," she spat at him.

I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face. “Fuck”, I say under my breath, “Brandon". He is one of the few kills in my career that I couldn’t accomplish. He stares at me with deep brown eyes fixed inside deep sockets. His skin is almost the complexion of coal. 6'9 and all shoulders, he towers over all of us. Muscles from a naturally active lifestyle ripple under his taut skin. He watches me out of the corner of his eye, and I can tell he wants to kill me---shoot me.

Regaining my composure, I said, “Why would he lie?” “Michael Howe, our alpha?” Brandon repeated, as if tasting the words. He held out his hand. “I’m Elder Brandon Stewart, Alpha. I am curious though, why would you agree with her, seeing as your family has held a no-tolerance policy against rogues for many years.”