My Brother Banished Me To Die Novels & Stories

"That's the downside… Then, knowing you, and being involved with her means her problems become yours and I am concerned about that. This is some dark shit going on in her life and I do not want you being caught in the middle of it. Your father might not admit it but he really loves you and your brother needs you." "My brother is dead to me." I stifled a smile. "Come on, we are going to the pack." "What! Are you sick?" I grimaced. "You have been banished! If you are sighted, you can be beheaded." "Jeez, Peter. If you are not careful all your veins would pop out. I'm going to pick my things. If I leave it there for another day, he will get rid of everything. I know how fast my brother tends to

But the King didn’t accept it, resulting in our banishment from the pack. Yes, banishment! Our home was burnt down to ashes right before us, rendering us rogues overnight. That cruel King didn’t take pity on my pregnant mom, disregarding the fact that our family was welcoming a second son after decades. Tonight, my brother was about to be born in this world. But that ruthless King’s warriors tried to arrest my dad for some imaginary crime, killing my brother instead. Now, digging the grave of my brother, my anger was touching the sky. Tears of helplessness pooled into my eyes, clouding my vision. My dad’s straight face was igniting an unbearable fire inside my chest, his voice was devoid of

"And tell Mia Cooper that she should stop playing these little games. I won't fall for it again." Hearing these words, my heart completely sank. It seemed my brother had also been reborn! But why would he think this was a lie I made up? In my previous life, he had witnessed with his own eyes how those thugs tortured mother and me. Why was he being so cold this time around? Just because of Michelle Peterson? Just because she casually said "Mia did it on purpose" in her suicide note?

Hardin said with a bitter smile. "Bryan, Bryan, you have no right to leave me. I haven't given you the permission to die yet. If you die, I will never forgive you”. I shook Bryan violently and cried out. “Is he gonna be fine?". I asked Scott and Hardin but they were helpless as well. I closed my eyes immediately to communicate to my brother telepathically. “Brother, please help, Bryan is dead". I said silently to him. “He has no right to break one of our vows without the sworn brothers permission, I will be right there soon".

My breath caught. My heart stopped. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not possible. My brother is dead.” The rogue looked up, eyes wide. “Then he’s come back from the dead. And he says he has a message.” The wind howled as I stepped out of the cave, my pulse matching the thunder in the sky. The rogue boy pointed down the slope. "He’s waiting beyond the ash trees. Said you’d come." Every instinct in me was screaming. My brother had died in the fire that destroyed our family. I saw his body. I buried him. If this was real, if it truly was him...

His hands clamped down on Dorian’s throat, yanking him upright with a growl that rattled the shattered walls. He slammed him back into the remains of the wall, splinters scattering. Aria’s stomach twisted, she could feel it in him. The raw urge to end it. To kill his own brother. His claws were half extended, his breath harsh. For a moment, she thought he might do it. But Kieran hesitated. Something flickered across his face, hatred, restraint, pain. Then his voice dropped, low and cold as steel. “You are banished. From this house. From this land. The moment you set foot on Black Moon territory again, you die.”

In the winter of my junior year, I received a phone call. My brother was critically ill. When I saw him in the hospital bed, he was just skin and bones. Seeing me, he managed a weak smile. "My Skye, you've grown more beautiful. That's good." "What happened to you?" I asked. "I'm dying, Skye, but I haven't finished atoning. When will my sister forgive me?" He reached for my hand and gently grasped it. "Selene went insane. The Pack banished her to the borderlands. And I... I'm dying. All my assets are yours."

"I may hate you, but I won’t stoop to your level. Go on, laugh in hell with Luna Nora’s legacy." His laughter, manic and grating, only grew louder. But as I turned away, his foot slipped, and with a single misstep, he plummeted over the edge. I rushed forward, gripping the edge of the cliff, heart pounding. Below, his lifeless form lay, blood spreading across the jagged rocks. And just like that, my brother was gone.

I yanked it off and tossed it over a chair like it had personally offended me. Drekavac Hollow. The words tasted bitter in my mouth, like spoiled wine. I hadn’t even planned to speak today. I’d promised Lianna I wouldn’t interfere. Promised myself I’d stay neutral. But the chaos... the incessant arguing, the snarling, the fangs bared like a den of rabid wolves—I couldn’t take another second of it. So I stood. And once I did, there was no turning back. The decree had spilled from my mouth like someone else had been speaking through me. Banished. My baby brother. Not executed, but something far worse. Something lonelier.

"Take your punishment like a real male. You should be thinking of what you will say to to the gods upon your death. Perhaps you will only go to Hel and not Niflheim for your treachery." Just as Eric was about to join in to tell Brand what he thought of him, Brodi, Liv and Kelda came walking up the path. "Has he given you any trouble?" Brodi asked his youngest brother. Gunnar lifted a shoulder. "Only a few kicks to the door and plenty of swearing when we first locked him up." Gunnar met his brother's icy gaze. "How will you do it, brother?" Brodi shifted uncomfortably. He was aware most of the pack expected him to execute Brand. When Liv spoke instead, he breathed a sigh of relief. "He is to