Arrow Brother Blood Novels & Stories

I look at Nick with confusion "But you’re my brother, I will always love you. But you have to let me grow up and live a life." He shakes his head violently "I can't allow that, I already have lost Natalie! I can't loss you too." He notches another arrow and aims at me again. He whispers "I'm sorry" then he fires, I don't hear the twang of the bowstring, I only hear Aaron's scream. Before I realise what's happening, I feel a blinding pain as my head knocks against the tarmac road. At the same time I hear a loud snapping noise. The arrow falls to the ground in pieces beside me, and standing in front of me is Ash. All those superhuman reflexes must really be coming in handy.

Clifton says with a disgusted look on his face. “Did you happen to get a blood sample of his, as well?” I ask Brody. Brody nods. “First thing I did when we got him strapped down.” “Oh, so you’ve joined your Alpha in his blood drinking quest?” Clifton jokingly says to Brody. “You could try using your fang. I'm certain you'll get used to it with practice.” “Asshole,” Brody retorts and finishes drawing blood from my arm. “Back to the topic of the hunter,” I grunt.

“I can’t like people that I don’t know well.” I heard the covers ruffling against each other and felt his gaze on me. I glanced at him and saw that he was staring at me intently. I swiftly shifted my gaze to the ceiling and suppressed myself from blushing. “Then, let’s get to know each other. Hi, I’m Arlo, 22 years old and the current Alpha of the Blood Shadow pack. I have two loving parents and two siblings whom I love very much. Most people would describe me as happy-go-lucky, and Devyn would sometimes even tease me that I should have been a golden retriever and not a wolf.”

The physician said. That was too scary for Arthur. "What sort of blood are you talking about? Arthur asked. "A blood that will match perfectly with his, either the blood of his father, or that of his mother". The physician replied. Arthur immediately stretch out his hands, to show him that he was willing to try out for his blood, and even though the physician is sure that the blood of the father wouldn't work, he decided to just try, to fulfill all righteousness. He took his blood, got it tested, saw that it wasn't the sort of blood he was looking for, but because of the way Marinara was looking at him, he knew she needed him to try it first.

Jarod answered. “I accept.” I spoke, feeling strange about all of this. I thought there would be some grand gesture at me saying the words, but I felt no different. Starting to feel awkward standing here, I looked around at the others. They all seemed to be watching Archer as if what he was doing was the most memorizing thing they have ever seen. “Now I offer you my blood as a symbol of our bond. Will you give yours to solidify it?” Archer asked. Okay now, this was just getting creepy. Was all of this really necessary? Shouldn’t we be focused on stopping Mavis right about now? Instead, we were standing around, minus Archer, talking about spilling blood, especially Archer.

“What will happen when people figure out that there’s magic in your blood?” I asked, my voice equally as calm as his... The alpha took a deep swig of his cigarette, blowing out the steam of smoke. It condensed in the humid summer air, carrying the scent of arsenic and nicotine towards me, making my nose itch… “Honestly, I don’t care,” Victor replied, dropping the cigarette stump and squishing it with his foot. “But if Ryan – the real one! – comes back…” He grinned, his wicked smile flashing his white canines. “Give me a hauler, will you? I want to see the two of you fight it out. Especially considering you stole his mate!”

Bloodless. Instead, we walked straight into a trap as perfectly orchestrated as a spider's web. The first arrow struck the massive oak inches from my head with a solid thunk that reverberated through the night air. Splinters of bark exploded across my cheek, the sharp fragments drawing thin lines of blood. I froze, every instinct in my body flaring to life like struck matches. My enhanced senses exploded outward, cataloging threats, escape routes, the positions of our attackers based on the arrow's trajectory.