My Protective Eight Brothers Novels & Stories

This was our family's treasure to prevent intruders on the southern sect, and he wants to use it on the southern sect master while he is still at the level of the royal palace And now he wants to use it on my father, is he crazy, my seventh brother, but is he? The Eighth Brother started by saying, “So OK . . . . did any of my older brothers other than Fifth Brother agree to that?” It’s true that you wouldn’t tell my father that you would take the Soul Shackle to bind him, unless you were really crazy. Does a Southern Sect’s senior elder know that too?”

he carried on. “They were good to you though.” “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Granddad had four brothers. That’s how I know how brothers usually act around each other. He hated two of them, one refused to go to the funeral. Then the other two, he was on speaking terms with, but they weren’t real friendly.” “We weren’t raised that way. We were raised to go to war for one another,” I informed him softly. “We give each other crap, but when shit rains on us, we always buckle down and protect the family. It’s how we’re wired.”

Then another. Then, a voice rang out. “Enough!” The crowd froze. I turned to see my brother, Celeb, stepped forward, his presence commanding silence. His eyes burned with fury as he surveyed the crowd. Pointing fingers, “Whoever lays a hand on my sister will answer to me,” he announced, his voice filled with authority. “And they will be punished.” The pack hesitated, I watched as a few cast down the objects they were to use on me. I lifted my gaze, meeting his. There was no judgment in his expression. He was here to protect me. The sight of it made my eyes blur with tears.

"I was told the Thorne brothers were the pillars of the North. Surely you can push harder than that." ​Ryker’s eyes flared silver. "You asked for it!" ​The four brothers attacked in a coordinated frenzy. It was a masterpiece of violence, a whirlwind of claws, kicks, and strikes. Yet, to Elara’s disbelief, Caleb didn't throw a single punch. He blocked, he parried, and he deflected. He moved with a "Grounded" efficiency, his feet never leaving the center of the circle. Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian.

"When the universe was born, there were two little brothers. I didn't know when they were born. I only remembered that they depended on each other since they were born. They protected each other, but soon after, the elder brother died. He turned into a world and used his body and the energy in his body to protect and nourish the tiny human beings in his body. Although the younger brother lost the protection of his elder brother from then on, he also decided to help his elder brother silently, protect the human beings in his body, and help him record everything about him." "However, after recording too many things, the little brother discovered the indifference and ugliness of human nature. T

“Now I can't wait to kill him.” My eyes snapped to them. Their jaws were tight, hands fisted and I could see the murderous intent racing through their minds. I almost smiled. Even after three years of me being away, my brothers were still very overprotective. “No. You won't kill anyone.” Three pairs of eyes stared at me like I was high. “I beg your pardon? We will destroy him. He won't be seeing the light of tomorrow,” Marcus growled. “He's not worth having his disgusting blood on your hands brothers,” I countered .

“Hmm, we are biological siblings that were raised differently in our different mansion since birth, we were raised in a very hard and brutal way that we rarely see or talk to ourselves, we were made to train endlessly and that's why we are not too close to each other, we rarely see ourselves how do we talk when we barely see? Our father was the strongest of his kind and so he doesn't want us to be less strong, he wanted us to be stronger than him and that's why we were made to train both during the day and the night, even when it's raining and when it's sunny we trained endlessly till we got to where we are today” “And what about your brothers who's the oldest?” “Enoch my brother Enoch is th

They could not help saying, “It’s over. These are the Four Brothers of the Evans who works under Young Lord York! “It is said that these Four Brothers are the Kings of Arms who retired from Country J. Their strength is horrifying! “They had confronted the American Delta Force back then and were undefeated, successfully helping Country J to retain the legendary Namboku Line! “Who could fight such people?! “In Hong Kong and Las Vegas, I’m afraid only a few people like the don of Briewood and the branch leader of Longmen could fight against them, right?” Those second generations knew Vince’s background very well. Thus, they also understood how horrifying the Four Brothers of the Evans were. The

⸻ Back inside the cathedral… Damien slowly looked toward Aurelius. The ancient voice smiled. “Old friend…” Aurelius tightened his grip on the Oath Blade. “I buried you.” “No…” The crimson smile widened. ”…you buried yourself.” ⸻ Alessio frowned. “What does that mean?” Aurelius answered without looking away from Damien. “A thousand years ago…” “There weren’t seven Guardians.” “There were eight.” Silence. “The strongest among us…” “…was my own brother.” ⸻ Leonardo whispered, “Brother…”

"We keep bodies between it and her. All of us, standing between it and her. As many as it takes." "Knox—" Daven's voice, sharp, a warning I didn't have time to heed. The creature lunged. It moved faster than anything of that size should have possibly moved, too fast to track even with my eyes braced and aimed and focused. And in that instant, all the years of instinct I’d developed protecting this family, protecting her, boiled down to a single decision made faster than thought can travel. I stepped into its path. For three years I’d maintained my fantasy of being the brother who sorted out trouble without making a fuss, who fixed issues with sawdust on his shirt sleeve and sweat on his brow