My Brother Banished Me To Die Novels & Stories

I did not want to believe it. My brother walked into the circle of flames, his eyes on me. It was like the devil walking toward me. He had blood plastered on him, blood of his victims. These tribal sacrifices were banned generations ago, he couldn’t bring them back. I shook, my body twisting and turning as I tried to free myself. The need to break free became deadly, my teeth bared and clenched together as I heaved, tugging with no mercy. My brother stepped up to the platform I had been tied to. He looked down at me and I could not recognize him at all. What provoked this? Why such hate? Why such cruelty?

The paranormals would still be able to hear her. "Is that really your brother?" she whispered. "You two look nothing alike." I nodded slowly. "Half brother." "I thought you said he was dead?" I bit down on my lip, trying to distract myself from tears. "I thought he was. I don't understand why he didn't come find me when I was banished. My mom, too, for that matter." Leah put a comforting arm around me and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Julius stammers, "I can explain." "I don't want your explanation," I snap, "I could understand if you were trying to kill me for the title but involving my wife was the last straw. I'm done playing your games. If you continue trying to harm us, I will have no choice but to banish you from the pack." Julius's eyes darken at the mention of being banished, "You wouldn't do that to your family. Dean and I are the only blood relatives you have left." "So, murdering your own brother is okay then?" I ask, "I think being banished is the least of your worries."

I can't have a proper day without being tormented by the mention of my brother. “Okay…What does my brother have to do with all of this?” I asked. Jace placed his hand on his waist and tapped a foot on the floor. He was trying to think of what to say, I guess. But, on the other hand, whatever he was doing was just a display of drama. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. “As long as the mark of the banished is on his neck, the hospital staff would neglect him, they would pray for his death.”

I should tear him limb from limb and make him pay for daring to mention my brother. My brother was dead. There were no two ways about it. I remember seeing his lifeless body by my side as I returned to consciousness. I remember balling my eyes out as I furiously shook him, shouting for him to wake up. I remember the paramedics on the scene declaring him dead. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The day my family fell apart. From that day on, I roamed around lifeless and merciless, intent on causing destruction. Of course, only until the promise of Serena’s presence in my life. That day, my life found purpose once more. “How dare you use my deceased brother as a way to spare your life!

were reminiscing the happy images inside my head before truth slapped my face. And only your explanation can redeem me. So please... prove me wrong. Please... change my mind. Please... let it not be you. "It wasn't me." "I..." "That day... when you saved me... my brother killed everyone. And then he descended into your village." H-His brother? "When you treated me, I ran after him. But it was already too late. He... was already feeding on the flesh of the ones he killed. I tried to stop him. But I..." he paused for a while. "...he was too powerful."

To them, he was a disgrace that dirtied their divine heritage. Beneath arches of light, the seven sisters convened their tribunal. Their verdict came swiftly, unanimously. The Eighth, their brother, no longer belonged among them, an aberration in their perfect Fae harmony. "Banishment," the eldest pronounced, her voice like breaking crystal. They denied him of title, of heritage, of home, condemning him to borderland realms that where neither day nor night held dominion. Rootless, he drifted through the twilight realms, a shadow among shadows. Yet in his heart, a single flame burned, not of belonging, but of vengeance. As he traversed the forgotten paths between worlds, his thoughts turned e

I reached out, gripped her chin, and smiled until my eyes curved. “I want all of them buried with my brother.” “No. I won’t allow it.” I kicked Vivian away. She clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor. Sitting on the bed, I looked down at her. “What the hell are you to give me orders?” “Throw her out.” I brought my brother home. There were scars all over his wrists. Every time he saw me, he was always smiling. But behind my back, he had suffered so much. I held his cold hand and pressed it against my face.

“Made by you. Tonight.” Elara laughed, relief spilling out of her. “Deal.” “Okay,” Nyra said slowly. “Hear me out. What if he’s your long-lost brother or something?” Elara blinked. “What?” Nyra shrugged. “I’m just saying. Stranger things have happened.” Elara shook her head, stunned but considering it. “I’ve thought about that,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t make sense. He wasn’t born here. And my parents aren't one the type to hide a lost son, I'd have heard about it”.

My chest rose and fell heavily. Damian looked at me with something dangerously close to satisfaction, but he didn't utter a word. I marched towards him. "You stole my life, brother! And, oh, how I hate you!" I spat the words out. His expression changed. For a brief moment, I saw the boy who had stood beside me years ago, the boy who had watched our father make a decision that changed both our lives. But the moment disappeared. He stood up. "I didn't ask Daddy to choose me."