Arrow Brother Blood Novels & Stories

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.

“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!”

“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.

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

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.

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.

he said flatly, not even sparing her a glance. Ashina stopped abruptly, jerking her arm free from his grip. “Do you think I don’t know that?” she snapped, her voice sharp with pain. Her amber eyes burned with unshed tears as she glared at him. “Do you think I’m not already dying inside knowing that my brother—my own blood—did this? To Dorian? To all of us?”

Blood. It was everywhere—slick on the dirt, staining blades, soaking into Jason’s side. My breath caught when I saw it, hot panic rising in my throat. He tried to hide it, standing tall, his sword still steady, but I wasn’t blind. I saw the way his hand pressed against his ribs, the way his jaw clenched against the pain. And he still fought. For me.