My Senior Brother Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

"I thought you could sniff out every lethal substance? Somehow, wolfsbane is too lethal for you to sniff out?" "You fool." I gritted out. "I sniffed it the moment you offered it to me, but somehow, I wanted to give you the benefit of doubt." "Whatever." He rolled his eyes, looking bored. "Now listen to me." I covered the space between us. "Trying to make me weaker, would never make you stronger. I am stronger and more powerful than you are, so make your peace with it. Hell! You are my older brother, act like the adult." I spat in his face, and that seemed to have spiked up his anger. He stared deeply at me for a moment, disdain evident in his eyes, before he finally released a low chuckle.

I don’t believe it either. On my other side, Coit walks more confidently. At seventeen, my brother is the epitome of the cocky male, ready to attack anyone and everyone who might seem a threat to him. The only problem is, he has yet to meet his wolf, so against the likes of these bloodsucker, he’d be as good as dead in a matter of seconds.

I’m too damn happy to have the beautiful view, I could care less about anything else. Doing anything at all with my oldest brother is like getting stabbed repeatedly in the eye with a dull pencil. He’s too much like our father: an absolute control freak. Though his patience and ability to reign it in are not even in the same orbit. Mikey is a loose cannon, the very definition.

He growled as a smirk spread across his face, I rolled my eyes. He pushed himself off and looked around at the class that we both had forgotten were there, "now class, you've learned a lot of do's and don'ts from Olivia today but one thing all you petite sweethearts need to remember, your strength is your agility and stamina," he looked at everyone as he said this, "the moment you let the heavier person get the upper hand it's over, so let's remember not to be too cocky!" He smiled as he aimed the last bit at me, I rolled my eyes and went over to the weights. Everyone started chattering again and joined up with their partners to train with spears.

"My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us." "'Look at Ethan, look at Evan, why can't you be more like your brother?'" He laughed quietly. "There was always a winner and always a loser." Natasha frowned. "That's a terrible way to raise children." "It was effective." He replied. "It made us strong but it also destroyed us." The room fell silent again. "I learned to stop needing approval, Evan... He spent his whole life chasing it." She remembered everything Evan had said. How he had always felt second best. For the first time...

I can’t feel my right leg after I got tossed badly by him because of a wrong move I attacked. I am this family’s weapon to destruct the Alderhaws and get back what’s ours. Thus, I can’t be as weak and feeble like a dimwit player. I have to withstand Father’s punishment for me to get stronger and indestructible. A perfect rival for Zaetron. “How are you, Adri?” brother asked making me smile. Between the three of us, only brother has shown care to me. I may not remember everything from my past, but brother always give me enough information and history whenever I ask to. For me, he is the only person I can trust and rely on to.

I could even see tears rolling down his face. “What did I say that was so funny?” I looked at him, and he took a deep breath, straightening himself. “Not all strength looks menacing…” he sighed, and I looked at him. He was my oldest brother, fourteen years apart from each other, and for the first time, I could see why he was proclaimed the King of All.

I might not be like you, but can you please teach me to fight back, I don't want to be weak anymore. Sabastian looks down at his brother, ''you will be in due time, you just have to want for your shift and remember to never use your abilities for revenge. Until then, try to ignore-'' His brother punches the hardwood floor. "That's easy for you to say. You're the Alpha, you aren't bullied or made fun of.'' Sabastian says nothing, he has gone over this conversation with his brother twice before and even though he doesn't think Sabastian didn't understand; he knew exactly what he is going through.

My older brother, Daemon, stood across from me, smirking. ”When I grow up, I’m going to be the next Alpha,” Daemon said. “Just like you, Father.” ”No,” I said, my young voice firm. “I’m going to be Alpha. I’ll defeat you and take over the pack.” Daemon laughed. “You? You’re too small, too weak. You’ll never be strong enough.” ”I will,” I insisted. “I’ll be stronger than you. Stronger than everyone.” Father’s eyes gleamed with pride. “We’ll see, Arthur. We’ll see.”

There was something absentminded about the way he did it, like he didn’t need to think about where they went or how they moved. Her stomach tightened before she could stop it, and she frowned slightly, annoyed at herself. It was strange how people could resemble each other so closely, how features repeated themselves in ways that felt almost intentional. His hands reminded her of her brother’s, not identical, but close enough to make her chest feel oddly tight, like a memory she hadn’t asked for pressing forward. It was unsettling. Familiar in the wrong way. “So,” Adrian said, already stepping back, clearly finished. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”