Skyward Brandon Novels & Stories

Brandon pulled me to sit down and warned me in a low voice, "Don't embarrass me tonight." During the dinner, everyone talked about their work on flights—which routes had bad turbulence, which tower controllers had short tempers… I really didn't understand any of it, nor did I bother to listen. "Speaking of which, Brandon's landings really are smooth." A First Officer raised his glass with a smile. "Wilma would know best. Whenever Brandon is flying, she doesn't even spill a drop of coffee while in the cabin." Wilma covered her mouth and laughed shyly. "That's true. Brandon's skills are well known across the company.

My retort was cut off by a chair scraping across the floor and another person joining us. “So word on the street is that we have a Luna,” a loud voice boomed. I glanced up at the owner of the voice, Brandon, who was a gamma of mine and headed up the small town of Norridge. He was an absolute pain in the ass, but a good warrior, and - most importantly - a good friend. “Manners maketh man,” Cody laughed. “If you didn’t hear it from him, you didn’t hear it at all. Who told you, anyway?”

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

★Meanwhile★ Brandon was at the far side of the Vanguard city that weren't close to the impulse moon location. That was the side he dwelled in, killing and massacring people in that side, he was there with escorts of the most dangerous red corps that are guiding him. And he was actually hoping that he is not going to be caught by any of the Impulse Moon members because he is up to 500 meters away from the main city of the Impulse moon which is Vanguard city. Vanguard is a very big city and he is seriously not close to the Impulse Moon so he was never expecting any of them to show up.

With Sherlie's hand in hers, Beth watched the city of New York whizz by, brimming with such a high level of excitement, she was in danger of taking off like a rocket. How the day had turned out was nothing short of divine. After arriving at her uncle's place and catching up, not only did he offer a job- which she gladly accepted- he expressed his interest in a certain young, calculated genius. Brandon Wade. All Beth could do in that moment was stare. Because partnering with Glaze inc would be phenomenal! And that was exactly what Micah wanted, but it proved rather difficult for him to get through to Brandon... Until Maya had said with a smirk,

"Sometimes, I impress even myself with my stunts. But it's not too late to back out if you're having second thoughts." "Thanks for the offer. How about you help me stay awake instead? I'm feeling a bit sleepy," Alexander muttered, stifling a yawn. "We'll see if you're still so confident later," Brandon retorted, gripping the joystick tightly. The helicopter swayed erratically, reminiscent of a drunken dance as it circled around the lake. Even Alexander could not resist poking fun at Brandon's piloting skills. "Did you learn to fly from a tractor driver?" "Cut it out! I've logged over three thousand hours of flight time, and I'm quite proficient," Brandon asserted defensively.

Other times, like this one, it was only going to hurt him in the end. Sky looked severely unimpressed. Her feet barely even moved. The smallest of adjustments and she was out of his reach every time. Brandon started to spit, almost foaming at the mouth. Smiling brightly, Sky spun out of the way of a kick and then landed her own against his shoulder. One minute Brandon’s hulking body was on the mat and the next, it was gone.

he asks stepping forward to get a better look at my face, I back up and with finding my lighter in the driver's seat, I light up a smoke and exhale to the right of me away from him. "It's alright. Nothing," I backed up another step from him as he stepped forward to touch me. Taking the hint he drops his hand and stays where he is. "I'm Jason, Jason Austin." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it carefully and shake his hand. "I'm Marrallyn Wheaton, nice to meet you." Boy, this guy yummy. "How old are you?"

It wasn't until I got into the passenger seat that I realized I hadn't really paid attention to the young man who was driving so seriously. Under the golden hair, his skin was fair, his nose high and straight. His features were sculpted, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned. He seemed to be smiling gently all the time, but there was something childlike about him. "How old are you?" I asked. "19," he replied, turning the steering wheel. "I'm an adult now." "What's your name?" "You can call me Lorne." I nodded, and we lapsed into silence. He didn't ask about Owen or anything else during the ride.

In a family defined by massive egos, volcanic tempers, and enough shredded muscle to fill a stadium, you needed someone to keep the pot from boiling over. Brandon wasn't just some impulsive brawler, though. At 6’4”, with heavy shoulders and a frame built for impact, his prowess on the ice was undisputed. Along with Viktor Petrov, he formed the defensive spine of the Stormbreakers—Viktor was the silent sentinel, while Brandon was the life of the party. That lifestyle hadn't been an issue until a certain elegant journalist decided to splash Brandon’s late-night exploits across a digital front page, earning him a half-season suspension for "conduct detrimental to the pack."