Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood Colonel Mustang Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stared at Brody, and he stared back. Then I turned to Mason. I stared at Mason, and he stared back. The room was so silent a pin drop would have sounded like an earthquake. Roderick. He was mere minutes from where I sat. My best-friend. My brother. My previous Alpha. My eldest brother’s biggest enemy.

"You're beginning to sound like Julian now, doubting your teammates. We're still a team, though! We've been together for years, worked side-by-side. How could you think I'd work with someone like Hoyt?" Colton moved closer, making sure Mason couldn't run after the others, scream out to Hoyt. The giant gorilla twisted his head, staring at the other man, disgust filling Colton. What's the Specter Brotherhood? What part do you play besides informant? He lunged, grabbing Mason and flipping him, slamming him back to the ground. You got those families killed! Colton roared. You sold those kids into Hell.

my inheritance sealed behind silence and stubborn love. The Phantom came to a perfect stop. Before I could move, the doors of the manor opened. And my brothers stepped out. The first was Marcus Sterling, my second brother. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a tailored black coat that screamed money without trying. His expression was carved from stone, dark eyes sharp with calculation. The General. The Enforcer. The man whose name alone could make boardrooms sweat. But to me, he was the sweetest brother that life could ever hand down.

“What is this?” Before I could answer, Olivia continued, “Later today, my brother, Chris, who left us ten years ago to find his life in the Human World, will return to transfer ownership of the Moonstone to my husband, Ethan. With that, my husband and I will take our rightful places as Pack Alpha and Luna.” “What’s going on here?” Beatrice demanded, her hand still cupping my elbow and her bright red hair helping others locate the source of her voice. “You can’t just decide you’re going to lead this pack!” rang out the voice of a man I didn’t recognize.

Edon was ready to point at Chet's nose and snap, but he froze as his brother calmly said, "The chief of the Martial Alliance is here in our residence." "What? The chief of the Martial Alliance?! You mean…" "Yeah." Chet nodded somberly, looking at his brother's shocked reaction before adding, "She has been maimed, her cultivation almost lost." "Then, the spiritron vein…" "She doesn't have it," Chet replied.

Amastan had always looked up to his older brother, but he could not get over the fact that his brother had slapped and lectured him in front of everyone. Alaric would never imagine that his biological younger brother would attack him; his heart was heavy with shock and anger. He tried to dodge the attack, but Amastan was way too fast for him to get away in time. The strength Alaric gained from cultivation might be formidable. Still, his reflexes were affected by his weakened state from the previous fight with Darryl, whereas Amastan came prepared, fully intending to have him killed. Baam! Amastan had every last drop of power gathered on his fist as it landed on Alaric's chest. Alaric was sen

I hope it’s Malleteagan or Marcellus so I can vent off the emotions brewing within me after this gut-wrenching nightmare. “Looky, looky, who we have in here, a lovely Moon mutt princess,” he gritted through his teeth. “Boss will be thrilled to see you again. Hopefully so happy to allow me to break every fucking bone in your body so that you become as crippled as my brother is now because of you,” he said, sending shivers down my spine. What’s his problem? What is he talking about? What brother? I am sure this is Norgarth, Marcellus’ first in command. But, I certainly haven’t ever met his brother, nor have I known that he has one, not to mention crippling his brother. I could sense that he wa

And a brutal one too. As expected all he does is take a seat on the office chair in front of him. The chair creaks trying to contain his massive frame, his shoulders wide and stretched in the shirt he's wearing. He folds his arms together, looking like a true king, but makes no move to leave. “I am Alpha, ruler of the wolves and since your sister is now married to my brother, I rule over her and by extension, you and your people.” “Alpha Keon-”

“Future warrior king, too. Don’t forget that part.” As Eric spoke, Emma fell silent. Nearby, students who had begun to get out of their classes stopped, overhearing the exchange and murmuring amongst themselves. In this school, Adrian Almond was the strongest warrior; not Eric, despite his prowess back in high school. For now, at least. Growing up, though, my brother had been the strongest warrior in our entire pack. He was, of course, the son of an Alpha. My father spared no expenses when it came to Eric’s training, and it was obvious.

Alpha of the Blue Moon pack? I turned to look at Bryan and saw him already looking at me with a bright smile on his face but I didn't smile back. I couldn't. He was Orion's brother? And he was the Alpha of my former pack? "I need to be excused, please," I said and without waiting for a response from anyone, I got up and ran out of the dining room.