My Brother Banished Me To Die Novels & Stories

The spark called life. The man holding me has no idea that my brother will have few qualms about my death. Oh, it will piss him off because I'm a possession. More to the point, it will be the fact that someone fucked with his toy, the one he bullies constantly. I laugh at my brother's expense and it echoes off the walls. Diego would care more about a favorite goldfish if he had one. Delivering me in pieces to my brother will only piss him off because it would be near impossible to sew me together again and stuff me like one of his prized trophies. Nothing done to me will break through my brother's black heart. I'm but a pawn in the game of whose dick is bigger and deadlier.

“The pack is no longer your brother’s. Alpha Cameron captured him and threw your brother into the dungeon.” I gasped and then shook my head. “I want to visit my brother now. Cameron is a good man. He will allow me to see my brother.” “The thing is … The thing is ….” Susanne didn’t finish her words. “What happened?” Susanne sobbed while holding my feet. “I don’t know what I must tell you, miss ….” “Please … I need to know. What happened?” “I got a piece of news from our people. Your brother … suicided by drinking wolfsbane. They locked him in a silver jail. It might be too much for him. Finally, he ended his life.”

“You don’t have to listen to him. I can help you. All you have to do is let me go. Stop this nonsense.” “Nonsense?” he walked closer to where I was tied, “My brother just died. My little brother is dead.” he towered in front of me. “How many more are going to die if you keep this up?” I was not relenting as I looked up at him from the chair, “I did everything you asked and look how that ended. All I need is to save my sister. Just let me go and tell me where she is. Please, untie me.” “It’s already too late -”

He groaned in pain while my brother bit his legs very hard, he threw me into the other direction, though weakened, I tried to stand while my eyes danced with jingling sound displaying in my brain. “Eze, run, run” continued my brother. I couldn’t, I would not dare leave my brother, I could hear the struggling voice of my brother, I took a big stone then rushed forward with brute force, I let the stone land on his legs he was crazed with fury, I knew it was do or die but what had I to live for in the first place? He gave me a deafening, strong punch which made me blind, my ears metamorphosed with the creaking of radio frequencies. Another punch sent me flying and falling deep into a place I ne

Loving son and brother. I screamed. I screamed until I was certain my eardrums were bleeding. No amount of anything could stop this pain. The pain of being forgotten had no comparison to this. My Evan, my brother. Dead. “Get me out of here!” This was a dream, this had to be a dream. My brother was not dead, not while I was still breathing. My landscape remained the same, the grey stone, the dead trees. Nothing changed. That thick fog only thickened. And somehow I knew there was nothing beyond there. If I ran through it I would fall to my death. That was the only way to escape the pain.

My brother’s deafening growl mixed with the thunder that rumbled through the grounds and sky before the pearly drops of rain washed over us both, impaled on the silver pole that had been coated with wolfsbane. “Your Highness! YOUR...are you okay?” Gallagher’s frantic calls faded in and out of my consciousness as I looked up to the dark rims of the sky that blurred and whirled above me, feeling the blood leaving my body as it worked hard to heal. I felt the shadowlings fall from my shoulders and head after I stared into my brother’s eyes and watched the life drain out of his multicolored red pools. Dead. He was dead by my hand! “More guards here...the king! Get it out of him!”

He grabbed me by my hair and made me look at him, spitting insults at me with seething rage. “You want to know where your brother is? Fine! I’ll tell you. He is probably vulture food right now, his corpse dumped somewhere far away from here and you will never see him again. Is that enough answer for you?” Those words broke me in ways that even the game couldn’t. He’d told me point-blank that my brother was dead. Just like that. I didn’t let him go. “No.” I’d cried, heaving in pain, “It’s not true, please tell me where my brother is.”

“Do you have something to say?” Yes. Would I like to say them in front of hundreds of people? No. Instead of speaking, I walked to where Zayne’s casket was. His eyes were shut and his face, expressionless. His body was still and so was his heart. My brother was indeed dead. “We will meet again. Rest well.” I kissed his forehead and walked away. It wasn’t a lie, though. We would meet again. I wasn’t certain we would survive the goddess’ curse, so we definitely would meet again. Perhaps in a few months or years. As I walked away from my brother and the rest of the pack, I couldn’t help but feel as if everyone had left me.

He pulls my deadened body by the collar of my jacket. A smile adorns his lips as I stare through half-closed eyes. "I change my mind, Absalon," Merriment is evident in his vocals and the cheery expression he dons. "I'd prefer if my brother were to die by my hands than a stranger's." I hiss at his insinuation. His luck is that Absalon's magic still binds me. If I could but move an inch, Cillian's jaw would since be shattered.

I yell out to him but there’s no response this time indicting that he’s gone. And now it’s just me left, all alone. The pit of fire has everyone I love leaving only me behind. I curl into a ball crying to myself, feeling the sadness eat into me slowly. A tap on my shoulder draws my attention this time and once I swerve round I’m greeted by the sight of a horrifying version of my brother. Pale cold dead skin charred only slightly, with bleeding empty eye sockets and a deep set frown on his lips. “Why did you let me die?!” He screeches at me with in almost inhumane screech that rips through my ears drums painfully and burns even my skin.