Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood Opening นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

“I know. You were always kind. Kinder than I deserved.” He nodded, then left. I sank against the counter, drained. In two days, both Stone brothers had walked back into my life. The storm was only beginning. “Mommy?” Ethan appeared in the doorway, eyes serious. “Are you sad?” I wiped my face quickly. “Just tired. Are you hungry?” He slipped his small hand into mine. “The man who was here—he looked like Daddy.” My chest tightened. “They’re brothers. Sometimes brothers look alike.” “Like me and Eva,” he said.

"And I am your Luna. Forever." He kissed me. A pure kiss full of promises. Under the full moon, on the land that once bled because of us, we finally found peace. My stepbrother, My alpha mate. THE END!

“I want to hit this fucker hard and fast and take away everything he’s ever worked for. I want to send the word out that no one touches what’s mine. Timothy Flynn made his last mistake this morning when he took my woman.” Roman thrust his hand into the circle the five of them made. Sazon put his hand on top of Roman’s, soon Barshan and Yuri’s hands joined the others. Finally, Mikial’s hand topped theirs. Then all five chanted, “We are brothers by choice, blood has brought us together and holds us strong. Brothers we are and brothers we will always be.”

It’s frivolous bullshit that won’t matter until my mate is home. We approach the porch to find my younger brother, drinking and joking with his friends. My gut swirls with uncertainty, the closer we get to them. My wolf on edge, but he always is when Braddock is near. He may be my brother, but we are as different as two people can be. “Oh, if it isn’t the prodigal son! He’s finally returned!” Brad calls, his words slurring from the moonshine in his drink. He stands from the rail he’s leaning against, to stumble along with a raised cup. “The future alpha of Blackstone.”

As if telling him to shut up. After some time, Alpha Broderick opened his mouth and spoke. “My brother Venedict died century's ago, that person in front of us is nothing but a scum! Accepting the blood king's bloodline for strength, it's unforgivable!” “Second Broth—” “You're not my brother! Roar!” Alpha Broderick shouted in great rage before jumping high in the air. His body transformed from that of a human to that of a big wolf. Due to his big size, his landing made tremors in the ground.

Opening the first scroll, it reads; " To my baby girl Alvara; " This is the second letter I'll be writing to you. I just want to clarify you of something. Most mutants think the Brotherhood was killed during the war between the Fenris Twins and you might grow up with that thinking too but that isn't the case. Here's what happened exactly;

"You'll meet the senior members this morning. I'll explain everything after." "Everything being—" "Everything being why you're here, what your blood means, and what comes next." A pause, very brief, very controlled. "And I'll introduce you to my brother." Something in the way he said it—the faintest tension at the corner of his mouth, the way his shoulders shifted almost infinitesimally—made the hair on the back of my neck rise. Not from threat. From warning. There was something in his voice when he mentioned his brother, a careful neutrality that was its own kind of alarm.

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.”

I stepped closer, holding his face to mine. "What did they do to you, Big Brother? You can tell me!" He pulled away from my grip, but I held it back again. "Those men...those men who shot you..." I stuttered, tears streaming down my face. "What did they do to you? Did they wipe your memories? How can you not remember me?!" "Enough!" He pushed me away. This time I wanted to fall to the floor, sob, and pull my hair. "My name is Kaleb!" He barked. "The next time you call me big brother I'd be kicking you out of this house!"