Novel & Cerita Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood Elric

, Kenric said happy for his son. Elric’s first mate Celestina died in childbirth, neither of them survived and it shattered Elric’s heart. Losing his wife and daughter has caused him to become a bitter man. His parents have been praying to the gods for the last several years that their son would accept his grief and try to move on. Elric has only become more bitter and as time went on he became very distant towards his family. “I don't know if I’m ready for another mate father, besides I can only feel her faintly. It’s almost as if she isn't born yet”, he explained to his father.

"The Alpha made it perfectly clear. Leah chose Eric as her future mate." Wayne cut him off. "No. That's impossible. You must have got it wrong." He then turned to me with a hopeful expression. "Leah, they made a mistake, didn't they? You chose me. Did Dad read it wrong?" I snorted. "No. I chose Eric." Wayne grabbed my wrist angrily. "No, I don't believe you! Everyone in the pack knows you like me. Why would you choose my brother? He doesn't even have a wolf spirit. He's a loser!

I tried adjusting it again, but it just kept slipping off. ‘I’ll just wear it for him when we get into the tent.’ I thought, pulling it off him, leaving him completely naked again. We both dragged our feet on the cold dirt, heading back to our tents with the aid of my torchlight. His walking was so weak that it felt like I was walking for the both of us. I looked at his face and realized his eyes were weakly shut. I had yet to process the fact that my annoying stepbrother was a Lycan. Since I was born, I have always heard stories about Lycans and their abilities and stature.

"There has been no sight of them?" Ishild asked her son, who paced before her. He shook his head. "Nothing. After he revealed his dragon form, they seemed to have disappeared into thin air," he replied angrily. Elric…and Saffron had been within his grasp. He had underestimated his brother's affections for the mender. Well, his brother had continually underestimated him, and he nearly had his cocky, older sibling.

My hand sitting on my hip, ready to grab the knife at any moment He starts heading towards the door, glancing back over his shoulder and he smiles “I am Damien Lonecrown, the Alpha’s son” My half brother, the true and future heir to the Lonecrown pack. I gulp as I stare at him and he turns back to face me properly, frowning as I gulp for air. I knew I had an older brother but because of my identity, we had never been introduced, my father forbade it but here he was, stood in our tiny house, with his deep green eyes completely focussed on me I take a deep breathe and then let it out, it was going to be now or never. “I…. I…. I am your half sister”

I heard him snicker behind me, clearly following me onto the balcony. “It isn’t fun when I have a grave matter to attend to,” was my alibi, but it was partly the truth. The mirror issue was a serious matter I needed to address. Stat. Nicolette just happened to be a perfect, welcomed addition. “Oh, that sounds interesting,” Elric remarked, leaning against the thick ice balustrade. As I watched the vast north side of the Crimean Kingdom, a thought occurred to me. Elric, his sister, and I had been allies for many years because of our military friendship. They could never be my enemies, but they had enough knowledge about my land.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

Kyle was there- one hand gripping the stone edge like he was trying to steady himself. His breath seemed haggard. His eyes moved to me and I could see anger flash through them. "You did well." Matt murmured as we got closer. "Mother, Father." Matt called. Kyle straightened himself slowly, swaying a bit. "You don't look well." Matt mocked. But Kyle didn't respond. He took a shaky step forward and immediately fell down. His breathing getting even louder. Matt sighed softly, his eyes softening with fake worry. "Brother, you've been sick for quite sometime. Why don't you allow-" He pulled me forward. "Elisa to take care of you."

I was Alpha. I was feared. I was respected. I was powerful. But in this moment, I was nothing...nothing but a father terrified he had failed. My heart slammed against my ribs. My breath tore through my lungs. My muscles screamed. But I kept running. “Damon!” someone called again from behind. That was Elric, the quiet tracker with the golden eyes and a voice so soft most wolves leaned in to hear him. He always carried a calm presence, the type that made others feel safe.