Kill Team: Brood Brothers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amid the fighting‚ Jake found himself face to face with Killian his own brother. "Well‚ well‚ look who we have here ‚ big brother‚" Killian sneered. "Still playing the hero?" Jake’s grip tightened around his blade ‚ jaw clenched. "Killian ‚ it ends now. You betrayed the Moontown Pack for power. I won’t let you destroy what’s left of it." Killian’s response was a slash of his sword. The brothers clashed ‚ circling each other with the fury of long buried resentment. Every strike carried years of rivalry.

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle

Adrian had also been tasked with taking out Greg's brother Kevin, and he had approached the situation with a ruthlessness that left no room for error. “You, it’s you and I again.” Kevin laughed and before saying another word, Adrian pulled the triggers at both of his knees before pulling another at his forehead. In the end, it was Zane, Zach's younger brother, who delivered the killing blow to Greg. With a ferocity that belied his young age, Zane charged into the fray and took down Greg with a single bullet to the head. “I could have made you die a painful death but I wouldn’t want to waste my time.” He said.

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.” Vegas began to nod like he understood what I was saying, finally he stood up from the chair and now he walked closer until he was standing directly in front of me. His voice dropped into something intimate and conspiratorial. “Do you know what we need to do, baby?” I was silent. “We need to cut her wings,” Vegas continued smoothly. “Letting her learn from your brother won't help us, instead, it's only going to make her stronger.” My gaze hardened as I locked in with his.

My chest felt heavy, like every heartbeat was dragging me closer to a choice I didn’t want to make. Then Knox stepped forward. “We can’t wait. They’re laughing at us and we won't have that.” His gaze slid to me. “Unless someone here wants to talk peace.” I met his eyes. “I want to think before I bury another brother.” “Thinking doesn’t stop bullets,” he shot back. “You gonna write them a letter, Ash? Ask them nicely not to kill us?” A few brothers snickered, uneasy laughter mixing with anger. Griff slammed his fist down. “Enough! Ash, you in or out?”

He growled and rushed toward Kevin with a sharp stake in his mouth to kill him first. Trevor turned his head, and his eyes darkened. He let go of Alpha Zen and rushed toward Kevin. Kevin was in pain in his leg. Elara helped him to stand straight. When Kevin noticed Marcelo, he pushed Elara away and punched Marcelo. But Marcelo was in full rage. He did not harm Trevor, but he could do that to Kevin. That stake he hid near him was his last option to kill both of the twin brothers. His sharp teeth clenched the stake as he was about to pierce it into Kevin's body.

An emotional crowd blocked the road ahead of me, hurling all kinds of garbage in my direction. Camera flashes went off incessantly as various media outlets scrambled to capture my disheveled state. "Kathleen Wilcox, your adoptive parents spent so much energy and money raising you, yet you killed their biological son? You're a demon!" "What kind of ungrateful jerk does something like this? How can you live with yourself after doing something like this?" I remained expressionless, kept my head down, and made no response.

Seeing me, the brothers' eyes lit up instantly, then rimmed with red. "Ella!!" Ron shouted hoarsely, tears streaming down. "She's really alive..." Reid dropped to his knees in the snow with a thud. "Sister... your brothers are here to take you home..." Watching this scene, my heart was surprisingly calm as a dead pool of water, I even wanted to laugh a little. Lucifer walked over trying to block my view, but I gently pushed him aside. "No need. Since they're here, let's make things clear."