Novel & Cerita Winry Fma Brotherhood

“Yeah, them. This is the first time that I can be a real brother to you. Might as well help you pick someone who can pass my standards.” The wide grin plastered on his face makes me realize that I probably wouldn’t have a boyfriend if I grew up in this household. “Alpha… Princess…” someone called. Loryna appeared. She smiled at the both of us before turning her head to my brother. “The Alpha of the Midnight Shadow pack is here, Clemento.” My eyes widen. W-What did he j-just say? My heart started beating faster and I felt uneasy. But unlike me, my brother right here grinned. Without removing his eyes on me, he said, “Let him in…”

After my brother was killed and I was forced to take the wide path of hell, I had sworn and yearned for the day I would get my revenge on the Lycan brothers. Even though that desire took years to accomplish, I was proud to see my hard work and years of turmoil pay off. They would lose their lives in the horrifying way they made my brother lose his life, and the Nox family would feel the pain that I had felt as I watched my brother die right before me. Their greatest mistake was letting me live that night. They would face the consequences of straying from their destined path and attempting to show kindness. “The power has been taken away from Lucian and Killian Nox!”

It was raw, overwhelming, scorching everything in its path. Stepbrother moved with machine precision, his overlays guiding every strike, every dodge. His attacks weren’t just effective—they were absolute, dismantling his enemies with ruthless clarity. And me—I felt the strings surge, snapping outward, binding the guardians with such force that stone cracked under the pressure. I didn’t pull carefully. I didn’t measure. I *ripped*. The courtyard became a storm of violence. And we didn’t stop. --- The guardians fell, one after another, their stone bodies shattering, their blank faces breaking into dust.

They would have each other back. “I’m good now.” He placed Eagle on the floor. “You were shanked in Deer Village infirmary.” They went quiet momentarily. Hisoka sat down heavily, pulling Eagle and Smiley together with him. “Amino is dead?” “Amino?” Sly could not place the name. “He is the younger brother of Amru,” Hisoka said. “Our little one forcefully entered the novel created by Wan; the wingsman clan member to avenge herself.” Sly folded his arms. “Ah, the one who is crazy over our little one.” He affirmed it.

They stood in absolute silence, but their glares pinned Richard down like hundreds of bloodthirsty blades. My oldest brother, Wyatt, stepped forward. With every step he took, his Supreme Alpha aura forced Richard—a mere Beta—to stumble backward. But Wyatt just walked right up to me, reached out, and elegantly swatted Richard's hand away. The movement was casual, like he was brushing off a piece of annoying dust. "Richard. From the Silver Vein Pack?" Wyatt's voice was soft, but the massive Beta flinched violently. My fifth brother, Connor, let out a cold scoff. "You're the one running that illegal, money-laundering, low-grade silver mine?"

My golden eyes locked onto my father with the steady intensity of a weapon. “Torin blew it because he is a weak, sniveling little cockroach playing dress up in your oversized shadow,” I murmured, holding his gaze. “He could not handle an alliance if Twyla handed it to him on her knees.” Alden snarled loudly. The skin around his mouth twisted, and his sharp claws extended slightly from his fingertips. “He is your brother,” Alden hissed, stepping closer. “He is the future of the Wright bloodline. And Silas Winslow, that old butcher, nearly executed Torin’s entire security detail over Raine.”

he growls, the veins in his face bulging. “Oh you started this when you raised your voice on Olivia. You were supposed to take her as your daughter—” “But she's not my fucking daughter!” I stop, my throat going instantly dry. “Go ahead. Announce it to the whole fucking house!” “Yes I can and I will soon!” Liam grip my neck, his eyes dark with fury. “I will let the whole Pack know how slutty and shameless you are. Fucking my bastard brother… how many other man have you fucked behind my back? Tell me, how many have fucked your little cunt…” he sneers.

The man snarls. Kevin's eyes go wide and then a smile takes over. "It was merely a joke. As a matter of fact, Rhys is my step brother. We're family." "Is that so?" I laugh. His gaze swings to me, taking me in. I immediately spot the desire in his eyes as he looks me over. "Of course. After his mother took him and disappeared years ago, I felt shattered, like I'd lost more than a brother. I guess the business genes really run in us, hunh? "

"Rose? She's so dumb it's almost cute. She still thinks the man holding her every night is me." What? My breath hitched. I peeked through the crack in the door. "But you and Marco don't sound the same..." another man asked, confused. "I just make up some excuse, and she buys it. Said I was drunk, or had a cold, whatever. Hahaha." Another sharp laugh. I saw his face through the crack—a face identical to the man I loved. But the expression on it was cruel and cold, something I'd never seen before. Marco. Dante’s twin brother.

Jennings made his choice. Sean and I weren't biological brothers—for some reason, the orphanage director had just given us similar-sounding names. We grew up together, and I had once genuinely considered him a brother, thinking it was a bond of mutual dependence. However, he had pushed me off the rooftop out of jealousy. "Mr. Jennings, I will obey your every word!" After Sean said this, Mr. Jennings's eyes did indeed light up. I knew he was interested. He desperately wanted an obedient puppet, something I hadn't been in my past life.