Rody Soul Siblings Novels & Stories

he said while panting while Rod recovered and stood in front of us. I can't stand Rod's mocking, sarcastic smile. "Rodney, what are yo–" Rod cutted my words. "Well, hello there, Brother," my eyes opened wide. I was astonished by Rod's words. What did he mean, Brother? "Rodel? You?!" Rodney said, furiously. "Wait, you know each other?!" I asked because I am so confused. "He's my half brother," Rodney explained briefly. "What?! But you didn't tell me you have a half brother," I said, complaining to Rodney.

The Rhodes brothers had made their lair here, deep in the underbelly of the city. The Rhodes brothers—Dominic and Anton—sat at the head of a long table, their menacing presence filling the room. Dominic, the older brother, leaned back in his chair, his piercing blue eyes locked on Sean and Jey as they were shoved forward. Anton, the younger of the two, stood by a firepit at the corner of the room, where a thick iron rod lay buried in the coals. Sean’s heart pounded in his chest as he and Jey were forced to their knees.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

I say apologetically and he kisses my forehead. "I know she's your sister, but how much do you really trust her," Valerie asks quietly and I don't blame her for asking. "I don't," I choke quietly. "I have Sully running a background check as we speak because I don't trust her at all. I'm scared that she's playing me to get close to Kelly and my mother. Please keep this between us, I don't want her or my mother to know. I don't want to alarm Kelly either, especially after today."

, Elias replied with mock seriousness “Yeahhh. Besides she hasn’t met you yet, so you can’t really blame the flame of love from dying out”, it was Elara’s turn to laugh “Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll try to make time and come home this summer”, Elias said causing his sister to roll her eyes. “You say that every year, Elias”, she said and her brother groaned. “But it’s okay, I don’t think Nyra is so bothered about it, and I don’t think she’ll be over for the summer”, Elara added.

“We are siblings.” “Stepsiblings,” I correct him. “We share the same name.” A lump forms in my throat, and I can’t help it. “It doesn’t matter.” My voice quivers, but he hears me. He shakes his head and says, “It’s wrong.” No. He can’t tell me that now. Not after today. Not after all the good times we’ve shared. “Caden, look at me,” I desperately implore, my hands cupping his clenched jaw as he continues to shake his head in disapproval. It tears me apart.

But no matter how much I screamed, I couldn’t drown out the echoes of their laughter in my head. "Oh, foolish Brenda," I muttered, letting out a choked laugh. Through my tear-blurred vision, something on the wine bar caught my eye. A bottle of whiskey. Jeremy, my little brother, must have left it the last time he visited. I never liked alcohol. I had never even tasted it. I thought it smelled too strong, that it would burn my chest. But tonight, none of that mattered.

“You know her, Roddy?” “No, no,” Roderick scratched the back of his head, deep in thought. “I’ve heard the family name before, but it’s pretty common. It’s probably nothing.” I wrinkled my nose and puffed out my chest. “It was a common name for families related to the Celesta pack.” “Celesta?!” That put Roderick and Kenton on their haunches. My brother’s voice squeaked when he spoke. “That’s the pack that Dad -”

“This is crazy. She doesn’t have any brothers. I’ve seen her records, her history, everything is correct.” The man’s eyes grew cold. “You only saw what we wanted you to see,” he said. “The story we made to keep her safe until the right time.” The room went completely quiet. Even the noise of the city outside seemed to disappear. Sophia looked at him, her heart racing. “Who are you?” she asked, even though part of her already knew. The man stepped closer, his voice quiet but full of feeling. “My name is Alexander Dante,” he said. “These are my brothers, Damian and Lorenzo.”