Kratos Brother Novels & Stories

Hunter warned in laughter as he loosened Kruz’s ropes. “Damn babe, how could you?” Kruz pouted. “I expect it from Kolby, Kasper and even Kyde but not from you.” “I did nothing. I have no idea what you are talking about.” Kolby gasped. “How could you even suggest that I would do something so horrible to my loving big brother.” She feigned hurt. “Yeah, whatever.” Kruz said rolling his eyes at his little sister, as he got up and served himself his plate. His family just sat eating and chuckling at him. “Fuckers!” He mumbled, making everyone laugh even harder.

The organization I was once part is owned by my grandfather that is currently the headmaster and will be pass down to my twin. "Those people are after after Drake because of their family's wealth and his brother is known in my world as a notorious assassin that has killed a lot of people, additional to that is he became my husband. Some of those people have a personal grudge against his brother but unfortunately he died that's why they are trying to kill the little brother, my husband."- His brother is a well known assassin in our world but Drake doesn't have any idea about that. Drake right now is like a walking doll.

‘’You must be Troy’s—‘’ ‘’Older brother,’’ The guy finished with an almost teasing smile. ‘’I’m Kol, and you must be the pretty lady my baby bro has been talking about,’’ he raised his hand to grabbed hers and he laid a tender kiss on her knuckles. All the time, Sophia couldn’t help but smile. She just could not go that smirk unnoticed, and now she knew who Troy learnt it from.

I instantly enveloped back into his comforting warmth that I never wanted to escape. “Thank you,” I said meekly. I cleared my throat. “And, um, I recently graduated from college and now I’m just working a few small jobs here and there.” I really didn’t want him to pry in any further, hoping to spare myself from any further humiliation. Thankfully, he kept the conversation rolling and inquired about my brother and his current whereabouts. “Oh, you know Chris. He’s off on another digging excavation somewhere over in Egypt,” I explained. I was then graced with an even brighter smile. “Yes, your brother always did enjoy getting his hands dirty.”

I asked as he backed me up against the wall. “Chaos happened. They killed ma brudder. I thought I’d kill one o’ them, but they are worse than cockroaches.” It all clicks. C.H.A.O.S. was undercover in the Damned Forsaken, and they killed this man’s older brother. From what I remember, the Derek I knew idolized hiand borderline worshipped his older brotherAll. All he had was his older brother and his mother. “You broke up with me after your brother died. I had no idea you and my Chaos boys were connected.”

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

he hissed the name as if it were poison. He had trusted that man. He had bled beside him, shared businesses, even left him to manage certain territories when things grew too hot. Kross had been more than an ally—he had been a brother forged not by blood but by fire. And yet, it was that same brother who had opened the gates, allowing Rico’s testimony to cut into the family’s heart like a blade.

My brother lay in a growing pool of red, his chest shuddering once, twice, then still. Giovanni brushed his suit jacket, wiping Jack’s blood from his collar like it was a speck of dust. His grin returned, wider, crueler. “And there ends the story of the unworthy heir.” A sound tore from my throat—half snarl, half roar. I didn’t recognize it as mine until I realized my fists were bleeding from where I’d slammed them into the table. “You killed my brother.” Giovanni tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Correction, Kraven. He killed himself the moment he betrayed you as the Mafia's law implies that no one betrays his own brother or else will be killed. I just accelerated the process.”

"Oh, trust me. You’re definitely gonna need one." Verion let out a slow breath, his golden eyes flicking between Kiara and Elena. His fingers curled in the bedsheets as he tried to process everything. His own name felt foreign on his tongue, and the mention of a brother—one who apparently despised him—made his head throb. "So let me get this straight," he said carefully. "I have a younger brother, Lucius, who hates me, and I’ve been unconscious for a long time?" Kiara nodded, her expression gentle. "Yes. You were badly injured."