Novel & Cerita Superman's Brother

Heartbroken, I stared at my door when I heard a knock. I looked at the monitor and saw Lucas standing in front of the door. "Come in, Lucas," I said and he slowly opened the door, he peeked inside, before he came in, weird! "Sir, your brother is here," Lucas said, one of my betas, a devoted man I ever met. He was older than me and he was the one with me in my entire existence here, on human territory. I respected him a lot and will always be. I'm thankful that I had someone who was the same as me here, a werewolf.

The man from last night; after his appearance, I was actually able to walk out of the Supreme’s room. His electric blue eyes were sharp and cloudy, as though they would storm anytime soon, and his dirty blonde hair mainly separated his features from the Alpha Supreme. ‘Who's this guy?’ I muttered in my head, severely displeased. “She’s my Auntie, don't talk bad, uncle!” The little boy beside me defended me, and then I realised who the guy was. So, he's the Supreme's brother. The atmosphere stiffened. And the guy's face darkened like a brewing storm.

"I told you I’m helping with the family business. My parents are retiring soon. I have a younger sister and she has no interest in working in the company and I’m the only son. Someone has to take responsibility." "Hmm…..your sister must be a tough one," I said smiling. "No….on the contrary. She's very cool. Although she can be a lot, she's loving. She's always in my business" He laughed, pulling out his phone."You’d probably like her." He turned the screen toward me. “This is her.” I glanced at the phone. And my world stopped, I froze. My fork slipped from my fingers and fell onto the plate.

If I ran after Sunder, I would be leaving my responsibility as Alpha behind and if I did not, I was going to miss out on what Sunder was seeking for. “Feels good to finally be free,” a voice that I did not expect to hear jolted me into attention. “Impossible,” I muttered as I turned to the bearer of the voice. “Actually, brother, what I find impossible is you locking away deep into the darkest part of your mind. That is such a harsh thing to do to someone you killed.” Damien said with a smug grin. Damien Stone was my first brother. He was born after me and during the challenge trials, I had been so unfortunate to have met him in the pits.

“Your brother? Wait, the Demon Zander killed who you were competing with, he was your brother?” “My brother is the reason I got lost in Gargoyle territory. He is the one who chose the target to test our individual worth. The Sandman trusted me back then, and so he never saw what I was going to do coming. When my brother went in for the kill, I let my powers slip, and Zander killed my twin, thinking he was me.” He smiled at my look of horror. “If it makes you feel any better, my brother was the kind of male to give Demons the sort of reputation humans associate with us. He led me into the Gargoyle territory to try and get me killed.”

"We were not the best of family when it came to my parents. But we siblings were the best thing we ever had." "You, Yelena, and... your brother?" I asked, recalling Yelena's mention of their brother. His expression darkened at the mention of his brother. "Yeah, my brother." I moved a bit closer, my silent invitation for him to share more. "Do you want to tell me about it?" He met my gaze, and for a moment, vulnerability flickered in his eyes. "My brother was supposed to be Don. He would have been Don if he was still alive. But he was killed together with his wife right in front of my eyes."

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

Today, those who remain in the pack, have sworn their allegiance to the brothers, they will cut off their hand and give it to Damien If asked. ”Brother?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes. ”Yes, Damien has a brother, I never saw him much other than when he was a child, but even then he was more like his brother. He idolized him and did everything to make him proud. They’re monsters, Percy, and if he gets his hands on Selene-” I took three quick steps and was leaned down, my face closing in on Samantha’s. ”The day he lays a hand on her is the day he dies.” I said and scowled.

Luthor says in a dismayed tone “We are your brothers. We are here to bring you home” At these words I feel like I may pass out again, the world feels like it tilts a little sideways and I may fall with it. Brothers? Home? I am home. My brain isn’t working properly. I just repeat what they say in a confused tone “Brothers? Home?” I ask “I don’t have brothers and I live here” I answer. They look at each other and for a moment I think they are angry and then they seem to silently talk to each other,

It was Luthor. But not Luthor. Softer. A strange warmth in his eyes. His cheekbone carried a scar Luthor didn’t have. His lips curved in a sad smile. “I’m Lucien. His brother. Twin, actually.” I stared. “No…” I whispered. “You’re lying.” “I wish I was,” he murmured, and something in his voice told me it was true. “I don’t understand. Why didn’t he ever mention—” But then I saw Luthor.