Meliodas Brothers Novels & Stories

Our moon goddess created a breed of brothers that were known as Aries Brothers and if Martin was right, there was another set of brothers that she had created- the Aries Brothers. "It was a myth,"Martin said, narrowing his eyes down to his wine. "The Aries Brothers were a myth for a very long time and everyone assumed that. We didn't bother revealing it to the next generations. And, they are old creatures, they don't shift, they don't have emotions, they only intend to kill Alpha's as our moon goddess was betrayed by one of them and they look like half beasts and half wolves." I stopped him for a second and processed everything he had told me.

And Kael’s son slipped his hand into Kael’s with a quiet confidence, his innocent smile a mirror of Kael’s charm. The gathering erupted with confusion, whispers tumbling over one another. Children? Their children? Lisa’s chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. She had prepared herself for this moment, but seeing it unfold in reality struck harder than she had imagined. Enzo’s voice thundered once more. “You have known us as Enzo, Atlas, Ash, and Kael. You have known us as four brothers who bore different faces, different tempers, and different destinies. But the truth—” he paused, scanning the sea of stunned faces—“is that we are one blood, one beginning, one impossible bond. We are not mer

"How... how can it be so big?!" This wasn't Adrian! I suddenly sobered up, looking up to see a man with superior bone structure and handsome features, bearing a seven to eight percent resemblance to Adrian. It was Adrian's brother, Alexander! "…Alexander?!"

He wiggles a finger between him and her. Mel stiffens, brows knitting. “And then,” Alejandro continues, without a beat, deadpan, “he found out I’m his brother.” Silence. Thick. Heavy. “Brother?” Mel whispers. The resemblance hits her like a slap. Same mouth. Same hair. Same stubborn jaw. Same unfortunate talent for attracting violence. Alejandro gives a small, crooked smile. “Yeah. Turns out Deimos is the father I’ve been looking for.” Mel goes pale — really pale. Like she’s mentally calculating the distance to the nearest bathroom.

"I'm sure you would have already figured it out but we aren't brothers." He didn't say anything more and simply got up- back to me. "From now on, you'll do as I say without any further questions." It was none of my business whether they hated each other but there was something I didn't understand. "If you wanted him dead, why didn't you hire an assassin." He glanced over his shoulder, a sinister smile curving across his face as he ran his tongue against his teeth. "It would take more than an assassin or knives to kill a beast like my brother."

Jennings made his choice. Sean and I weren't biological brothers—for some reason, the orphanage director had just given us similar-sounding names. We grew up together, and I had once genuinely considered him a brother, thinking it was a bond of mutual dependence. However, he had pushed me off the rooftop out of jealousy. "Mr. Jennings, I will obey your every word!" After Sean said this, Mr. Jennings's eyes did indeed light up. I knew he was interested. He desperately wanted an obedient puppet, something I hadn't been in my past life.

Edwin had asked, shortly after waiting for a while. "On their way up, I already called them" Marcus said and Edwin didn’t bother to ask him how. He already knew the three brothers can talk to themselves through their mind links without actually saying a word, part of the reason why he felt coming to them was actually a good idea even though their existence is just as disturbing as their other counterpart, but then again, they were still the lesser evil and more reliable. They waited another moment before they were joined by Marcus two other brothers, Jackson and Lucien who showed up alert as though they were already in the knowing.

I walked toward him, standing to look out the window. He shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows? I do think that he is ready for it this time, but I thought that last time. So, I don’t think my judgement is all that great.” He laughed, turning to look at dad who was still nursing his drink. “Are you flying in early?” I chuckled to myself. My brother was always quite insightful. “Yes. I leave tomorrow morning.” He crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing me closely. “And how is Amalia doing?”

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.