Arrow Brother Blood Novels & Stories

“That’s a pureblood heir. If anything happened, the entire vampire world would lose its mind.” Beneath the blanket, my hand slowly rested over my stomach. Her child was the pureblood heir the entire vampire world had been waiting for. Mine was only a half-blood that should never have existed. From the very beginning, they belonged to two completely different worlds. The hospital room fell silent again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood bond document. The once vivid crimson words had finally faded away completely. I stared at the blank page for a very long time before slowly tearing it apart.

“You’ll do so well tonight” I wanted to bristle, to snap back at his arrogance, but the weight of his gaze rooted me to the floor. My pulse betrayed me, racing under his scrutiny, and I hated that a part of me craved his approval even as another part rebelled. He offered his arm. “We’re late.” ***** The Moretti mansion was a palace dipped in gold. Chandeliers glittered overhead, their light scattering across crystal glasses and polished silverware. The air smelled of expensive perfume and something darker underneath—power, violence, old blood.

Wrath said. “Wrath the hero,” I said with a grin. “I appreciate this. It helps to know I’ve got backup if I need it.” “Have you spilled blood before?” “Have you had sex before?” I kept looking at the man. Wrath laughed and shook his head. “He’s a Vittori, of course he’s fucking killed before. That’s like a coming of age thing in that family.” “Hudson sends his regards,” I said. All four men cupped their balls simultaneously and I barked out a laugh.

Each generation building on previous generations' work, solving different problems, asking different questions, making different mistakes. Infinite work across infinite generations. Just like Aurora had written. Just like she'd accepted. Just like she'd trusted would happen. The work was never finished. But meaningful transformation had occurred. Was occurring. Would continue occurring. That was enough. More than enough. Everything. THE END To everyone who stepped into the shadows of Ashwick with Sera and Lucien thank you. Blood Bound began as a story about enemies, curses, and centuries of hatred, but somewhere along the way, it became a story about choice. The choice to question what we’ve

“You’re insane. You can’t control me and you can’t fucking control them.” He leaned in, his breath hot on my cheek. “I already do. And from now on, you stay away from your brothers. If you don’t, they’ll slash you open and take your blood. You know how rare you are, Raven. You know what your blood can do to them.” I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “You’re lying. My brothers won't let them, They’d never hurt me.” He smiled, cruel and sweet. “Not them sweetheart, My girls. They’ll do whatever I say. And if you don’t listen, you’ll find out just how far they’ll go.”

Elijah's eyes flicked toward me, but he said nothing, only tightening his grip on me. “Maybe you need a pretty little thing to have under you,” I added, my voice softer now, teasing. “That might help kill your rolling Blood Lust right now. “Don’t get cute Little Brother, I stalked him for weeks, and when he didn't show up at his usual spot, I had to improvise and take his Brother!, come to find out my mark was already killed and Strung up at deer lake bridge like a god damn Christmas tree, Now why does that sound like a certain vampire that owns a mortuary?!”

"Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown. "Just after I was born, my father decided to host a celebration to welcome his heir into the world. At the time, war raged across Asra--I'm sure you're aware that this war was the result of my father's tyrannical rule and was in its twelfth year at the time." He passed her an amber liquid in a crystal cut glass and sat opposite her with a sigh.

Luther tries to keep me focused on him, but it’s hard whenever Adam and Blade look at me as if I’m a science experiment. Adam walks back to his desk rubbing his head as if he has a headache. I ask Luther, “Who are you guys? Like what clan or house do you belong to? Sorry, I’m still trying to understand the vampire lingo.” The corner of Luther’s mouth twitches up and he answers, “We’re the Ambrose brothers. So, a part of the Ambrose line.” I nod my head as if I knew what that meant, but honestly, I don’t know much about vampires. Most human societies don’t and my mom tried to keep me from doing research. It’s a miracle that I even knew Arthur Locke’s name.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Master Archer moves quickly, grabbing my hand that has the pocket-knife in it, saying. “What are you doing?” I look up at him as I say, “You want him to heal? I have to give him blood. Unless you want to give him some of yours?” He shakes his head before he nods and then steps back. I flinch and bite my lip as I press the tip of the pocket-knife into the skin at my wrist. I slide it along my artery before dropping the pocket knife, leaning forward, opening his mouth and placing my wrist over his lips.