Is Shadow Sonic's Brother Novels & Stories

The shadow king said. “Brother?” I growled, intrigued. “We have no interest in the deities' family drama, GET OUT OF MY WAY.” “That's not how you treat your savior, Alpha.” Destiny teased. “The shadow king is my twin brother; however, unlike me, he doesn't possess divine light. Our father thought it would be amusing to have opposites as siblings. His sense of humor is quite peculiar!” “Peculiar?” The shadow king laughed ironically. “You're on the wrong side of this war; we should unite against the creator instead of following a senseless war played out by predetermined roles.”

William said. “How?” Mia asked, her voice hardening as she demanded an answer. “Tell me the truth, William. Tell me.” “The reason we have the same birthmark is very simple: I am your brother, Mia.” He said. I think the world grew silent at his confession. “What?” I asked.

“I might have a crush on a pervert with bad naming skills but I think yours is the worse” “How is mine worse?” she raise an eyebrow “In a Realm full of Shadow users, he is the only one that can’t control Shadows...” “Instead of being like everyone, he chose to be different and that’s a good thing. Being different is a good thing. To hell with normalcy” “To hell with being normal?” Helen ask “Yea. By the way I feel my brother approaching” “Then it’s time for me to take my leave” “Why? I thought you wanted to see him?”

I was pretty sure I had never met her brother. He shrugs his shoulders at me, “But remember, he was the eldest and he had no siblings.” “That’s unusual.” I briefly remember our discussion but at the time, Blue was my priority. “What if Blue and her brother were not biological children of the Midnight’s?” We pause to look at each other, both realising that our father was hiding more information than what he was letting on, as usual. “I know that look, Jaxon. Why would he hide it from us?”

"No wonder he said 'someone.' That asshole." I don't respond. I put the car in drive and pull out of the parking lot. The rain slams against the windshield. Wipers work hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her shift in the seat. Water runs down her neck. Her shirt is plastered to her skin. I can see— She actually grew boobs. Not that I'm looking. I'm not looking. I'm focused on the road. Jaw set. Eyes forward. I didn't plan on seeing her. Not today. Not ever, if I'm being honest. But Marcus had to be busy. Busy fucking that new blonde of his, probably. So now I'm stuck here. Driving his sister home. Bro code and bullshit.

“You’re fucking your sister’s fiancé two days before the wedding.” The words land like punches to the ribs and I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Vincent finally speaks, voice rough. “This isn’t what it looks like.” Alex stares at him hard. “It looks exactly like what it is.” He takes one step back into the hall, then stops. Looks at me one last time. “I thought you were different,” he says quietly. Then he turns and walks away leaving the door open. Vincent reaches past me and pushes it shut as I slide down the wall until I hit the tile, knees to my chest, shirt still clutched. My body still hums and aches where he was... but at what cost?