Who's Wolverine's Brother Novels & Stories

I exhaled in shock. “That’s right, Luna,” he called. “You are the reason my brother is dead and I’ll be damned if you continue disparaging his name by licking on this Lycan Devil all the time.” “I will kill you for that remark,” Justin gusted. My mate shifted into his Lycan form and charged forward, clashing with the stark, black wolf that came from the rogue claiming to be Scott’s brother. I fell to my knees in utter exasperation, confused and furious and scared. Randy sat down with me and so did Russo, both of them watching in the same silence as the rest of the pack.

I kneeled at the coffee table and started doing my equations. After the old king died and his son, my betroth officially become a king, things get so much better for werewolves, he allows my species to study or work and even live in human society. And now, there are other werewolf children in this town, including Alpha and luna; my parents. But I refused to live with them, I only have one family, this. Father Ragnar is my father, and Giovanni is my brother. Simon, Robert, and other spies are my uncles. They all love me, and I love them all.

He unceremoniously took the fork from the table and threw it towards his brother. "YOU GOT A DEATH WISH?!" Zeus laughed as he dodged the fork. He lifted his hands in the air. "Fine, I'm sorry. You two are so weird. What happened from the old Xavier a few weeks ago? Are you his clone or something—" "Get. The. Fuck. Out!" Xavier was losing his temper. He was just seconds away from strangling his brother to death. If he wasn't just holding his wife in his arms, he probably did it.

I had given my life to a man who only wanted my money and my land. "You’re going to get sick out here." A voice came from the shadows. it was deep and rough. It sounded like thunder. I spun around. My eyes turned bright yellow because I was scared and angry. A man was leaning against the wall. He was huge. He had broad shoulders and messy black hair. He wore a heavy leather jacket with a wolf skull on the back. He had a scar on his face, and his eyes were dark grey. I knew him. He was Lucian Vailant. He was Julian’s older brother. He was the man who was supposed to be the leader, but he was sent away years ago. People said he was dangerous.

He smoked his tobacco in silence, his mind working overtime as he processed the information. Reyes, his brother, was getting too comfortable in the human world. He was getting too close to Christine, a human who was clearly unaware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. "I'm sure the lady called Christine doesn't know that the father of a child is a werewolf, am I correct? He asked "Yes sir, she doesn't know anything about it" The bodyguard replied. Logan's grip on his tobacco tightened as he felt a surge of anger and possessiveness. Reyes was his brother, and he would not let him forget his true loyalties.

mind links my brother. Some of my warriors break away and rush to my brother’s aid as more wild rogues attack. Just as I make it to the clearing I am shoved towards the ground by a warrior as a wild rogue lunges at me. Haley goes flying out of my arms, rolling across the snow. I shift and run straight for the wild rogue that has his sights set on Haley. Spartan pounces on the wolf and sinks his fangs into the wolf’s artery. Spartan throws the wolf, watching as the life fades from his eyes. The helicopter lands and I look for my brother.

STARLETTE Wondering who it was, I turned around to see a wolf with a striking resemblance to Maximus. Perhaps his brother? But I had never heard of the Alpha King’s brother. “Who—who are you?” I stuttered, too stunned to even speak coherently. “I am Lucius. Maximus’s brother, obviously.” He grinned with a glint in his eyes, confirming my guess. “Older brother.” He added. “Older brother?” I asked, my eyes narrowing in confusion. How come I had never heard of him before now? And how could Maximus be the Alpha King when he was the older brother? The older son’s were usually the heirs to the throne.

“Xavier’s brother has been the puppet master mind all this time.” The photograph fell from my nerveless fingers. Lucas. Xavier’s younger brother. The one who’d joked with me, who’d seemed so genuinely sorry about my kidnapping, who Xavier loved and protected no matter what. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not—Lucas wouldn’t—”

She was too damn hot for a witch. “Goodnight!” She didn’t look back or answer. The silence that followed felt heavier than the words we had spoken. And Val's face flashed before my eyes. He was good to me and never made me feel like I was not his blood brother. Even as pups, he always defended me, even though it was painfully obvious that I was never his biological brother because he and the rest of his family were Lycans, whereas I was a wolf. But a wolf had to do what a wolf had to do. Power wasn't given; it was taken.

Raymond's expression darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. My heart clenched in panic. Adrian's health was already so fragile; if Raymond kept shaking him like this, he might collapse right there and then. More werewolves began stopping to watch the scene. My heart raced. I shoved Raymond hard, and my voice rose in a fury. "Let go of my brother!" Raymond worked in the Pack Council, and he cared about appearances. After a tense few seconds, he finally released Adrian and sneered, "Your brother, huh? Then let me ask him something simple—what's her name?"