Oblivion Brother Martin Novels & Stories

“I know exactly what’s happening.” “I think I’m broken,” I admitted, swallowing hard. “I might need… treatment.” “Not that kind of treatment,” she typed, almost laughing. “Your body isn’t sick—it’s craving him. You want him in every way.” I blinked, unsure if I wanted to laugh or scream. “I thought I was the only one this messed up.” “Nope. You’re just discovering the truth. Now, the question is… will you admit it to yourself?” “I—Elowen, you’re insane. I can’t just—he’s my brother!”

“This—this triplet brothers act—don’t let it get into your head. Always remember where you all came from. “You are not brothers. Can never be. You are here to survive. And you will do just that.” His eyes narrowed. “Know this, you cannot be smarter than me. I made you. And I can scatter you all back to where I picked you from.” He paused, looking piercingly at their faces in a long minute of staring. “Get out. All of you.” They nodded, a small bow, turning to leave. “Not you, River,” the Boss said.

“The least you can do is be around.” “Oh.” There was this look in her eyes and I nodded. “I'm sorry. I'm never leaving you, again.” “I heard someone say your brother is here. I thought you said Derrick wasn't around??? Is she feeling nervous because of Derrick? “He isn't,” I affirmed. “Uh.. I have another brother.” “You what???” How come Derrick never told her? “Half-brother,” I added, but he's pretty much like Derrick. “So he's an asshole.” she nodded calmly. “Gotten.”

“Any rogues in particular?” “Jonny and his brother Jon are the last two the warriors saw him with. They’re locked in the dungeon,” Orm sits down and informs him that Whitman has also been hanging out at a bar in neutral territory close to Fierce Growlers territory where the customers are more rogues than anything.” Orm lowers his head, “your brother sent them to burn Wisdom’s house down. But the deed had already been done before they arrived. Whitman believes that part of the plan succeeded but Wisdom returning here failed.

They forecast more snow for that evening, and they would now need to make time to out-drive the storm. But once outside, the cars filled quickly after lots of hugs and promises made of plans to visit in the future. Frederick was the last to get into the vehicles, and he stopped to say quietly to Gregory before he finally left, “You sure know how to keep everyone on their toes. You keep my grandbaby and great-grandbabies safe. I want to come back often, but not because I have to kill you. Have a good New Year.” Here lies the end of His Brother's Mate and A Black River Pack Yule. The story continues in Hell Hounds and Serving the Alpha at His Whim. I hope you have enjoyed this and will continu

I just wanted to find a person I really liked and gave my body and soul to my mate. Osborn? God! Why did I think of him again? Since I found that he was my mate, I always couldn't help thinking of him. I really wanted to slap myself. How could I think of Osborn at this time? He was my brother! Moon Goddess made a mistake! Osborn and I could never be mates. Not to mention that he was my brother, but he wanted to kill me now!

She was chasing too, lost in the rising tide of sensation, her mind a mess of half-formed images and desperate need. Adrian's face. His hazel eyes floating above her, staring into her soul as he flew her self approach the edge of a cliff that she was willing to fly off. And then for a split second, those eyes weren't Adrian at all. No these were dark eyes and they were too familiar. Too close. Her brother! Elara jolted upright with a sharp gasp, throwing the covers off as if they were burning her skin. Her heart hammered violently, hands shaking as she pressed them into the mattress, breath coming too fast, too shallow.

I called out as I left his room while he was in his closet. I let out a deep sigh as I walked to my room. This wasn’t how I saw my life going at all, especially when I first came here. I came here with Jackson and thought as mates we would be together forever… now instead I’m mated to his brother and about to go into a battle with my old pack and more then likely lose Jackson. The man that brought out the true me, who let me be myself even if that was an abomination. The one who got me to open-up and feel safe for the first time in years. The man who awakened something in me that I didn’t know existed.

Ethan yanked his arm away when they reached a quiet corner. Martin looked around to check if anyone was watching before returning his gaze to Ethan. “You have to stay away from Mr. Black,” Martin breathed. Ethan blinked. “Who’s Mr. Black?” “Mr. Lucian Draven. You have to stay away from him. You can’t be around him—it’s dangerous.” Ethan frowned, anger creeping in. “Why are you saying all this? When you approach me not because you wanted to be my friend but because you're obsessed with me?"

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle