Arrow Brother Blood Novels & Stories

“Blood for blood. Power for power.” Bianca stepped closer, her footsteps slow but deliberate. She lifted her chin. “Then do it,” she whispered. “Let’s seal what we already are.” Matteo’s gaze deepened, shadow and devotion folding into one. He pricked his thumb first, the blood welling instantly, dark and rich. Then he passed the dagger to her. She took it without hesitation and did the same. When their blood touched, something shifted in the air like the storm itself had paused to witness them.

I jolted awake, breath caught in my throat like a scream that never made it out. The room was dark, quiet. My heart thundered against my ribs as the phantom scent of bleach and blood clung to my senses. I couldn’t move for a moment, just stared into the shadows, waiting for his voice to come crawling out of the dark again. But it didn’t. Instead, I felt warmth at my back. A solid presence. Conner. He stirred beside me, groggy but alert in a way only men like him could be.

Malrik stood beside me, hands in his pockets, trying to pretend he wasn’t watching my every twitch. “Say something,” I said softly. “What do you want me to say?” “The truth. No sugar. No protection. No curses. Just the truth.” He exhaled smoke. “You’re becoming something more.” “That’s vague.” “You want specific?” “Yes.” His eyes flickered gold. “You’re becoming mine.” My breath caught. “Explain.” “My blood doesn’t just heal, Ara. It binds. It recognizes things before the mind does.” “Recognizes what?” “You.” I went still.

“This one was made for us. For you.” My stomach dropped. Our father. Rowan had always claimed to be my half-brother, but until today, I had never seen actual proof of it. Yet the dagger… the power thrumming from it… the way the symbols on the floor responded to it… It was all tied to blood. Our blood. “No,” I whispered. “I won’t let you use me for this.” Rowan stepped into the center of the circle and reached for my hand. “You don’t have a choice.”

So where were they hiding, or where did they come from? He looked at the blood that came out of her neck with great oppression, to hear a strong shock sound. He looked at his brother, who pushed his Mate to fall to the ground and immediately fainted. "I'm sorry, but I can't fight them while you are like this," he whispered to her, moving forward to his brother, who was keeping the arrow away from his Mate 's neck, then stood and turned to them. Arrows will not give a strong effect on him, these toxins only affect humans

“How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?” He scoffed– “Yes he is my brother– but I do not condone disrespect and—” “Is this what you are doing now, trying to taint my husband all black so I can fall back into your arms?” I blurted. “I never said such– But if that's the case, A man never snitches. But I guess you do see the signs– so why fight it?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression still. “Do you really think everything revolves around your ego?”

He raised his hand to wipe my tears. “Jennie… I-I thought that I could keep you from harm if I became a strong warrior… “Ugh… Jennie, I found a way to bring back your wolf…” Before Jake could finish, his grip on my hand loosened. He was gone. My only brother lay dead in my embrace. The light in my world went dark. Then, there it was again. I could hear the howling of my wolf.

Brawen almost popped her eyes out: "No no..." "You match my brother's blood, so it would be good to drink my blood." Brawen's eyes widened as Julie reached out with his fragrant hand, momentarily flashing an uncontrollable glint. But quickly extinguished by small: "Absolutely not". Julie sighed softly: "No way". Then he brought his thumb to his mouth, his fang bared, and lightly bit it. Blood flowed from his finger, dropped exactly one drop on Brawen's leg, and the bite immediately healed.

Five months to find out who was behind the killings and disappearance or he would strip the Bloodsworth clan of their title as the Baron. I needed a fucking break. I needed a distraction. I needed her. Saratan. My eyes fluttered close as her scent filled my nostrils, haunting me, taunting me. The sweet blood that flowed through her veins, the spicy fear that tinged on her skin, the musky arousal dripping from her core. I could still feel her in my arms, her warm breath fanning my face as she casted those bewitching eyes on my cock. Damn, my hard-on strained against my slacks.

The sound of his voice is starting to irritate me so much that I I just want to reach for his neck and turn his head backwards. “The earlier you feed him, the faster this all goes by. You don’t have to think about it too much, after all you only die once. Let your dear husband do the honors of atking your life.” He laughs and I suddenly get an idea. “Don't even think of feeding me to him, it won’t work. Your blood was used to make the arrow that I shot him with, so only your blood can make him feel better.” He explains but its already too late, I already freed Nikolai and it turns out Jethro's blood was also used to make the arrow because Nikolai is chasing after him with all his pent up str