Protective Older Brother Novels & Stories

I sat down the small bark next to him, and held his hand. "Whatever happens to you will always be my fault. I'm your big brother, I'm supposed to look out for my baby sister and care for her." I sigh, "You can't always protect me." When you grow too attached to your older brother, things like these happen on a daily basis.

My parents figured that protecting the pack together would help mend the issues between us. They were wrong. My brother began to boast about his strength and intelligence and constantly ordered me around. During a particularly long patrol, my brother and I found ourselves surrounded by rogues. I did my best to fight them off while my brother got in the way. Before the fight ended, one of the rogues managed to claw my brother, slicing his arm open. Even though I killed the rogues, my parents blamed me for not protecting my brother. I was the stronger one, they said. That makes it my duty to protect him, they said.

"Oh, he's real alright. A real pain." "How so?" I ask. I don't know why, but her mysterious brother I don't know has me intrigued. "Well," starts Grid, "he's very protective. I know he's only looking out for me and my other brothers, but it gets annoying sometimes. And he literally gets in the way." "Oh, well, at least he cares about you," I say positively. Grid smiles. "I know." She smiles, "and that's why he's perfect for you." "What to do you mean?" I ask as I turn to her.

Leo asked, hopeful our relationship could return to how it used to be. "We never stopped being cousins, Leo. You've helped me a lot," I told him, emphasizing our unbroken bond. His face lit up with a happy smile, and he hugged me. I couldn't help but let out a growl, but Leo didn't seem to mind and continued the embrace. Despite my initial resistance, I had to admit it felt good to have a brotherly figure around. Ever since I was forced to take my older brother's life, I've felt the absence of a sibling deeply. Leo has filled that void in his own way, making sure I never felt alone or missed having a brother.

Matt and Ivan ran up to join them. "I need you both here. Get our other siblings together and stay close to your niece and nephew. I need you as our last line of defense to our future. Can you do that?" My hand cupped my thirteen year old brother's face. He was too young for any of this, they both were and I almost lost Matt earlier. "With our life." Matt said proudly. Goddess, I hope he never has to pay with his life for anyone's protection.

“Don’t act like you’re some victim in this. You knew he was mated. You knew who he belonged to.” I narrowed my eyes. “And you knew how I felt. You stood there, Enzo. You watched it all. And said nothing. I begged you to help me—” “Because I knew you’d embarrass yourself like this!” My stomach twisted. That hit harder than I expected. “Excuse me?” I asked slowly, stepping toward him. “So instead of supporting me, you chose to let me spiral? What are you, my brother or my handler?” “I’m your older brother,” he snapped, jabbing a finger into his own chest. “And as your elder, I tried to protect you the best way I knew how. But you? You just barged in here, thinking the world owed you something.

I yell, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him to me, "He could have gotten hurt and then I seriously would never have forgiven you." "Of course I would never let that happen, dude, come on. Alex is my brother too, just like you. I took care of him, I did everything I could and saved his dumb ass from getting beat up several times. But no matter how bad it was getting, Alex refused to budge. And he was threatening me. I watched out for him as I could and I forced other guys to do it too. But now that’s over and he’s okay" he lets out. O guess he’s right, “Besides, he's not your little brother. Isn't he like three minutes older than you?"

It was like he was never there. A few years down the line, during our first battle with the Crimson Hand, he had been everything to me. He had protected me, and we had bonded far more than we ever did when we grew up. Right until he left us, he was the best older brother I could have ever asked for.

"You are none of those things, you're my innocent little brother, whom I would kill the entire world for if I could. I feel ashamed that I couldn't protect you from them." "I am strong, I withstood all and here I am today." "I won't let them get away with this." "I-I" the younger boy stuttered in fear. His older brother gripped his hands tightly when he saw him tremble uncontrollably. "It's ok, it's alright, I'm right here, I promise, I will never leave you again." He cooed and hugged him. "I killed them both." He whispered, his voice so low that he wouldn't have heard him if they weren't so close already.

he said to Phoebe and everyone gave low gasps. Katrina whose hands clutch around his neck also looked astounded. She hadn’t told him how she got her leg injured but he already knew. “Let this be a warning to everyone, she’s under my protection” he affirmed. Margot's eyes widened at this, color drained from her face, and her hands clenched tight. Katrina also stared into his eyes, trying to read them and see if she could know what he was feeling at the moment He was protecting her. ‘Was it because of the inheritance?’ she wondered.