Arrow Brother Blood Novels & Stories

I reached up tracing his muscles with my finger. Arion must have been feeling left out. He took off his shirt carelessly tossing it to the ground. He undid his pants before taking my hand and slipping it under his boxers. I felt his hard cock as it pulsed against my touch. I gently began stroking it eliciting a groan of pleasure. “You like stroking my brother while I kiss you,” Arrow asked, his eyes dark with need.

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand, “Don't mind me. I am only stressing about your brother.” “How is my brother in law? That rogue had bit him so bad that day, targeting his larger blood vessel….” Aria trembled, remembering that fateful day. “It's a miracle he didn't have anything major happen to him.” “Better. I guess.” She said, “but not totally out of danger.”

The long haired brother scoffs. “Careful, Archie,” he says. “She may have infected you with her nasty scavenger disease.” Archer shakes his arm and curses. The blood has stopped dripping and the only thing that remains is a sight imprint of my teeth in his skin. He growls at me. “To think I was going to let this lunatic watch the child,” he sneers. He stands up straight and glares down at me. My heart stutters in my chest. Despite all of the assholes I’ve endured in my life, this one is the most menacing. He looks back at his brothers.

Ashlon stated that made us all freeze for a second. “I tried to wound you before to see and have a taste of your blood, but I realized you sealed it through your fire. I was always amazed by the magic you put on it. Can you identify the witch who helped you? It must be the Gemini Covenant.” I know nothing about it. I must have not been born yet. Why would he seal his blood? Ashlon answered it. “The noble is not your ancestor, but your brother. It’s nice to meet you Count Stroker. I hope to meet your brother, Count Stram, ”he bowed a little but it was to mock my father.

"I told you we escaped through a drainage lot. I told you Dante got hurt. But I never mentioned my arm. I haven't even let the medic touch it yet. How did you know it was broken, Congo?" Congo's eyes snapped to the rearview mirror, his brow furrowed as a dark, defensive anger flushed across his face. "What exactly are you trying to say, Sophia? How dare you even think I would want to endanger my brother's life?" "I'm just asking a question, Congo," I said, my voice tight, refusing to back down under his glare. "How did you know?" "I am his brother, Sophia!" Congo shouted, his voice booming inside the tight space of the SUV, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. "I share his blood

I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could hear her voice, which was far away and seemed to be very close. "Aaron," she called again. Abbey suddenly let go of my hand and stepped back nervously, until she disappeared into the darkness. Aaron stepped forward. He was holding a bowl of blood red thick liquid. Its foul stench mixed with the sweetness of the candles, which forced me to cover my nose. My feet flopped, and I slumped on the ground, gasping for fresh air. "It's crow blood." Aaron's voice was unmistakable. "You have to drink it."

He had a grin on his face, and his hands still tugged at the stretched bow from which the arrow that had hit my brother was shot. My body heated up and rage flooded through my body. I couldn't think clearly anymore and all I could hear was the screams of my people and the smell of blood that hung in the air. My blood boiled, and my hand slipped off the knob. “You monster!” I screamed and raised the blade, running towards him.

I asked, as if I wasn’t already going through enough pain. “Let me explain the process, I’m going to get a sharp piece of branch and make the cut deeper to aid more blood loss. This would help in flushing out the contaminated blood” I nodded, it made more sense with her explanation. “Alright. I have no problem with that” “Yes, so I would quickly get that” she said, still fixing her attention on the injury. From the side of my eye I spotted a shining blade positioned in front of Aria’s neck, I looked up and spotted my brother, Alexander, hovering above me.

I stood at the entrance, watching him. "Arrow," I called gently. He stopped and turned slowly, his face tight with pain and rage. "You fucking failed," I said. His jaw tightened and looked away. "I lost Night and Poison," he said, voice low and rough. "They're gone." My heart ached too. Night and Poison were my brothers too even though none of use were related by blood, just like arrow. "It was supposed to be Athena," I said quietly. "She was the target." Arrow picked up a chair and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and broke into pieces. He put both hands on the table in front of him, head down.

Lyra POV An arrow passed through my brother's throat as he was reciting the blood oath. For one impossible moment, time stopped. Callum stood at the altar, the ceremonial crown of silver and moonstone hovering inches above his head, his mouth filled and overflowing with blood. The blood bloomed across his white ceremonial robes like crimson flowers, and he crumpled to the ground. The Great Hall erupted into chaos.