Novel & Cerita Arrow Brother Blood

…Alpha Rowland's pov .. I couldn't shake off the sense of foreboding that settled over me as the news of a surprise attack on my brother reached my ears. Alpha Robert, my half-brother from the Black Blood Pack, was known for his ruthlessness and hunger for power. Our packs had long been entangled in a bitter rivalry, fueled by an ancestral feud that seemed impossible to mend. Bur

A ruby flashed on his finger, and with preternatural speed, he leapt out of the way just in time for the arrow to just barely graze him. The blade, instead, slammed into my brother’s heart.

Devren said and rolled his eyes on Blood. “F*ck you!” Blood that made Devren’s jaw tighten and looked at Blood seriously. “I will not believe a bastard like you, if you’re planning to use me against my brothers---I won’t let you, I’m willing to kill myself just for you not to use against them bastard----” Blood tried to say But could not finish because as he started talking Devren stood up and walked immediately towards him with his jaw tighten in anger. “You don’t want to believe me?” Devren said and leaned at Blood and grabbed a glass of rum and put it inside his mouth he grabbed Blood’s arm that had wounds on it that made Blood complain in pain and open his mouth and cursed Devren.

‘Maybe Airk can get his wolf back if he’s marked under the blood moon. Argo picked me up and spun me around, "that’s fucking brilliant!" He put me down before kissing me like no one was watching, and they weren't because all eyes were on my brother and Airk, who were walking into the room holding hands. Argo put me down and turned his eyes on the door, and he actually gasped. "The speech fucking worked." Brax rolled his eyes and walked towards us, "can I have a dance with my sister, please?"

“Alex, do you trust me?” “Yes. And I trust you. You’re like a brother to me. Do you want us to mix our blood?” I embraced him. He was a true friend. Did I want that? Of course, I did. Blood magic was as ancient as necromancy and just as powerful. If Tom became my blood brother, he could never lie to me, betray me, or stab me in the back. And I... I was stronger, and I would become his sovereign. That’s how a blood link worked. How life did.

Firing arrows towards our direction and I got hit on the shoulder. I groaned in pain before seeing that my brother got hit on his back but still managed to run. We're doomed if we get caught. "Catch the Princes!" Ah, this is trouble. "Woah!" I shouted as I dodged an arrow. I looked around as I caught my breath as I'm starting to feel weak from lack of nourishment. I'm starting to feel like a vampire who hasn't drunk blood for a few days, my goodness.

The more I thought about what Archer had said, the more confused I became. I didn’t know much about Archer’s family, only he had two younger sisters and a younger brother, who all died the day his father went mad. But I don’t recall him calling one of his brothers his half brother, I assumed they were full blood relatives. “I didn’t know you had a half brother.” I say after a moment of his words going around my brain, where he once again sighed looking over at me.

Blood drops stain the rug, creating macabre patterns that echo the horrors that have befallen his brother. A wave of panic grips Ryder's chest, his mind racing as he tries to comprehend what he's witnessing. The thumb, though detached from its owner, is unmistakably familiar—the curvature, the size—belonging to his brother, Asher. The scent of blood fills the room, mingled with the delicate, unique aroma that carries the essence of his own flesh and blood. Ryder's hand trembles as he musters the courage to reach down and pick up the severed thumb. he lifts it, rivulets of blood continue to drip from the raw stump, cascading onto his palm. The warmth of his brother's life essence on his skin

Graham and Heath continued dropping and raising the air pressure simultaneously and creating ice shards to wound the enemy wolves, making their progress a bit slower. Adolphus filled a small amount of his blood into a barrel and dipped as many arrowheads as they could. To test whether his blood would work or not, he took three arrows with him and ran towards the border again. He threw two of them to Nick and Sebastian, who were already fighting with two vampires. In one swift motion, Nick thrust the arrow inside the chest of the vampire, who went pale immediately. The arrow was made up of Ashwood, and now dipped with Adolphus’ blood, it worked more fatally than a poison could.

Uncle Aram moved fast and brought one of clan elders on his knees out of the crowd. “What did you do?!” he growled at him. “What everyone thought about but wouldn’t act on!” the man spat at him. “He is worse than his father. Their gene needs to dry out. We need a new Alpha, not a weak, degenerated copy of Andre!” Arthur’s knees gave way, and Damien lowered him to the ground slowly. Ada ran to him, coming to her senses. Everything was happening too fast. Too much. Her brother’s beautiful face was pale. Their family always made beautiful children, didn’t they? His lips were parted and he was heaving, blood showing on his teeth. Silver in his lungs… He wouldn’t survive it. Damien had already pu