Kratos Brother Novels & Stories

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

" Stop lying, he doesn't have a brother." " Who said that? He was adopted and now found his real family!" Malik explained " You stupid Jeffery." " You are among the dead, Man... I'll make sure to give you the triple of the damage you caused him." Marco threatened " Marco, calm down! Let's don't ruin our friendship! Leave him and we will take care of his betrayal." " We Have just one relationship we care about! Is our brotherhood, you keep your mouth shut or it will cost him a bullet." Malik threatened

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

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.

On the other hand, Alpha Killian knew deep in his heart that he can't just leave his brother alone. He had been haunted by the memory of his brother, Alpha Diego, ever since their parting. He had been so overwhelmed with anger and betrayal that he had not taken the time to consider the consequences of leaving his brother in the hands of Zillah, the ruthless leader of the underworld, his former Luna.

The Luna sighed, picked the bracelet back up, and slid it on again, thoughtful. "Why haven't I heard about this? Which lucky wolf is it?" I pressed my lips together and gave his name. "Graham Lyall. Your second son." At that, the Luna sat up straight. She had two sons. The elder was Damien Lyall, who carried the Lycan bloodline and would be the next Alpha. The younger was Graham Lyall, solitary by nature and a formidable fighter.

"DO YOU THINK I WANT YOU HERE? I FUCKING DON'T" Christopher shouted on top of his voice scaring Serena with his tone yet again. He was raging, raging like a bull at this point. He wasn't even sure about what he was talking anymore. He was not even in his senses now, while more hurt was she when she heard his next words. "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN TO EVERYONE. NO WONDER WHY MY BROTHER LEFT YOU, WHO WOULD TOLERATE A WOMAN AS FAKE AS YOU!"

When he finally agreed to drive me back to my parents' house, he was so wasted he couldn't even find his own car keys. That was when he had appeared. The eldest brother. The Alpha who had left the pack at eighteen to build a terrifying corporate empire in the human world before returning to claim his dominant status. Sterling Whitaker. No... not Sterling. Sterling was the boy who almost killed us. Sterling Whitaker was the brother who watched. Wait—no. Sterling Whitak— I shook my head violently, the cold wind biting my cheeks. Sterling was the boy. His brother was the monster.

His brows furrowed as he stood before his father. Moments of silence inside his office before the door creaked open. His father tilted his head to the side as the person walked inside the room. Kronos turned around and his eyes widened upon seeing the man who is almost the same height as him and has similar features but the most evident feature that they don't have similarity is their hair. Kronos has black hair… and his brother has red hair. "What is he doing here?" he wondered as he stared at his brother who has bloodshot eyes with no other emotions but only anger filled with revenge.

“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.”