Oblivion Brother Martin Novels & Stories

Titan commanded before leaving Ryan all alone in the dark dungeon. Ryan stared at the dead man for a long time. A life so ordinary and unfulfilling, and death that felt like a performance. *** Olivia met the dead man's brother as she made her way into the house. She looked at him with disgust. "Luna, I am so sorry…" "Coward!" Olivia seethed. "You stood with him, sharing his stupid convictions about me. Then in the sudden face of death, you abandoned him!" The guard was perplexed. "But what was I to do? I…"

But even with three combined armies, the Veyrath were overwhelming them with raw, supernatural force. “Choose,” the second Veyrath brother demanded, raising his weapon. Suddenly, a wounded Veyrath soldier burst through the smoke, stumbling onto the blood-soaked ground. “Master!” the soldier gasped, his body covered in gashes. The first brother turned sharply. “What is it? Why are you trembling?” “The Midnight…” the soldier choked out, fighting for air. “The Midnight is back.” The battlefield fell deathly silent. The Veyrath brother stepped closer, his brow furrowing. “Midnight died twenty-two years ago.”

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

Jennings made his choice. Sean and I weren't biological brothers—for some reason, the orphanage director had just given us similar-sounding names. We grew up together, and I had once genuinely considered him a brother, thinking it was a bond of mutual dependence. However, he had pushed me off the rooftop out of jealousy. "Mr. Jennings, I will obey your every word!" After Sean said this, Mr. Jennings's eyes did indeed light up. I knew he was interested. He desperately wanted an obedient puppet, something I hadn't been in my past life.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a surprisingly lively scene at home. A large number of guests gathered in the living room, chatting and laughing, celebrating my brother, Ian Green's miraculous escape from danger. Everyone tacitly chose to forget about me, the one who went to jail in his place. My mother was all smiles. "Good things come to those who deserve them. Ian has done so many good deeds; it's only right that he survived this disaster." This sentence made me, who had become a spiritual being, somewhat lost in thought.

In my previous life, my mate and brother killed me together on my marking ceremony, believing that I bullied their precious Omega lover for twelve years. After being reborn to my high school days, I will show then what the true bully looks like. My last memory of my previous life? Silver water eating through flesh and bone, the agony of it melting my eyes. Through blurred vision, I saw Sarah, protected behind my brother's back. I lunged forward with my claws extended, tearing through her heart.

Levi It’s been three days since Martin’s mom passed away in her sleep. He’s been quiet and off grid, which I get but at the same time, we’re in the midst of a war and I can’t have my men going dark. I’ve spoken to Martin once since that night and just like I did with Barney, I confronted him. His reaction was very much similar to Barney’s. Betrayal. He denied it and has vowed to find out who is the one behind it.

He had been the foundations of the house, and Ivan had just kicked them out from under us while smiling at me. "You murdered my brother," I said, my voice trembling with a rage I didn't know I possessed. "I secured our future," Ivan snapped, his composure finally flickering. He grabbed my arm, his grip bruising. "Look at me. This is what you wanted. You wanted the power. You wanted the freedom. Well, here it is. It’s covered in a little blood, but that washes off. Don't play the grieving sister now. It doesn't suit you."

It would've been an easy move for an eleven-year-old to make. As Melissa and Adam chatted, Brie checked the cameras over once again. The inside of the store looked thankfully deserted. There was a fire exit that could let them escape once Adam was feeling better, but it was currently swarmed with walkers. The entrance was also busy, which put them in a sticky situation. They had no escape. Unless Brie could find a distraction. She scanned the aisles through the screen, noting that the blind man was now outside. As she watched him through the camera, he swayed and fell occasionally, struggling to pick himself up. The virus had taken him fully.

But apparently I had thought wrong. Adrian and I walked into the party, which was already in full swing. My brother’s little cottage was packed to the brim with warriors, dancing, playing games, and drinking. It was so packed, in fact, that I couldn’t spot Eric anywhere. “Adrian!” a warrior called out, waving us over. “We’re just playing seven minutes in heaven!” Adrian grinned and looped his arm around my waist. “I’ve already got a partner.” “Oooh!” the other warriors called out excitedly.