Does Ash Have A Brother Novels & Stories

No wonder she could see such sorrow there. "Belishaw?" She was relieved he was here, but she was unsure of what she needed to say. He replied without looking at her. "I've managed to find his brothers. They were hard to track down." "His brothers?" It was another mystery to add to the growing list of things she didn't know about this Russian dragon shifter. "Yes. Grigori and Rurik. He has not seen either of them in two hundred years." Pieces of the things Mikhail had said about his family and himself started to fit together. "It was never his ancestor who lost the jewels. It was him." She stared at Mikhail's face in stunned silence.

I raise a brow and Asher nods. “I don’t want to, but if we don’t …” He shrugs. “Yeah. I know. The council.” He lets me go and I sigh deeply. Asher makes his way around his desk and puts in the call. Only, there is no relieved look on his face like I was expecting. When he puts the phone down, he has a deep frown on his forehead. “Okay, that was weird. Apparently, your brother left his pack with another female after …” Asher’s voice trails off, and he looks as though he is trying to process what the person on the other side of the line is telling him. Then he turns to look at me.

not the fact that they’d all been naked in the snow. “You wanna tell me what’s going on? You show up here in the middle of the night all broody.. what’s up?” Asher asked. Quinn took a deep breath. “My brother.”

At last, it's just him and I alone in the spacious hallway, but our troubles have only just begun as I panic. Nothing we just heard sounded good. "What do we do brother? I could understand what they were talking about," I told him. Unlike me, Ash seems calm, and knowing him, I'm certain he has a plan. Big brother suddenly smiles as he points at his head, "Don't worry, I've got it all under control," he says just as I had expected, this here is the reason he's my big brother. "That's awesome, but… how do we find our way back?"

he said, and Bardolph went dangerously still. Brother. The word struck the corridor harder than a scream. Bardolph’s father had a brother. A brother no Blackfang record had ever named. A brother hidden deep enough to become a ghost wearing feathers and calling Ashina daughter. Ashina smiled through her tears, looking at Bardolph as if she had been waiting years to watch his bloodline crack open. “Did you really think your father was the only monster Blackfang made?” she asked, her voice shaking with triumph. Bardolph looked at her, and I saw the moment disgust replaced the last soft memory she had ever owned inside him.

After threatening to cut their hair if they kept bothering me, they never bullied me after that. Until today we are still very closely knitted in friendship, sometimes she is more than a sister could ever be. Remembering my family suddenly brought a bitter taste to my mouth especially my sister, Elena.

(Alessandro’s POV) For a heartbeat, the world fractured. The grogginess from my collapse vanished, incinerated by a white-hot surge of adrenaline and disbelief. I stared at the man by the bar—a perfect, twisted reflection of myself—and a name I had buried ten years ago clawed its way out of a shallow grave in my memory. Cassian. My twin brother. The brother everyone, including myself, believed had perished in the fire that consumed our family. The brother whose volatile temper and cruel streak had been the secret shadow of my youth.

He wobbled across the patio on unsteady legs, his cheeks flushed from the cold, giggling as he chased a stray leaf. I scooped him up before he could tumble into the snow. He was different from Adrian. Where Adrian was shadows and steel, Ash was light. He had my eyes and a laugh that could melt the iciest corner of a room. We had named him Ash because, after the fire that took everything, something had risen from the blood and the ruin. He was our rebirth. "Are you keeping your brother out of trouble?" I asked, kissing Ash’s cold nose. Ash gurgled, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

My brothers were outside with Ashley, discussing what I had no idea about. I took rigid steps towards them, with a stern look on my face. The sound of my footsteps called their attention and they looked up at me. My frown deepened and I saw Ashley flinch at the sight of me. I finally reached them and realized there were various gifts displayed before Ashley. “What the fuck is going on here?” “A good evening to you too, brother,” Brody said, a serious look on his face. I acknowledged him with a curt nod and turned back to the gifts. The fact that Ashley looked so comfortable with those gifts before her was even more annoying to me. Who the hell did she think she was?

But he couldn’t find any, he knew nothing about Ashier. But as he thought about it, he realized that he didn't even know his own brother that well. He had always been distant from him, never bothering to get to know him on a personal level. The last time he talked to Ashier like brothers which they were was about fifteen years ago, when he was fifteen years old and Ashier was only ten. By then, his father who was the alpha king has already informed the whole kingdom that Ashier was the heir and he was going to take over after him.