Arrow Brother Blood Novels & Stories

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?”

I SHIVERED when I felt the coldness from the tip of the knight’s blade on my nape. I felt it pierced my skin. And I could smell my own blood dripping. “Katniss!” Archer, my eldest brother, called out just when I was about to lower my head and beg Nicole. He was bleeding profusely already. Still, when he saw my situation, he shifted and bit the knights who stood in his way as he ran to me along with Earl, my second brother, while Dad and Ronan ran to save mom.

The other five were getting back up. I thought we were successfully making it out of the chaos, until my brother let out a loud groan and landed face forward on the ground. “Viker!” I knelt beside him, observing the arrow that had just been sunk into his back. By the time I turned around, our attackers were fleeing. “Fight, Viker! I need you to fight!” I pleaded with him, trying everything I knew to heal him, but the arrow was poisoned. “Please, Viker! Fight!” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched my only brother die slowly in front of me.

***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide. Bronx’s POV Arrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.

Her wolf growled low in her chest. “Enough,” she said firmly. Both men turned toward her. For a moment the power in the room settled. Aria stepped forward slowly until she stood beside Damien. Liam’s gaze dropped instinctively to her stomach. The silence stretched. “How far along?” he asked. Aria lifted her chin. “Far enough that you can stop pretending you don’t understand what this means.” His jaw tightened. “This child carries Alpha blood.” “Yes.” “And my brother’s.” “Yes.” The word came out calm but firm.

The unexpected assassination struck the Quantz family, catching the three brothers off-guard within their own stronghold. The crack of the crossbow bolts echoed as they struck, their piercing impact demonstrating their deadly efficiency. Desperate to protect their father, the brothers moved forward, only to find themselves overwhelmed by the onslaught of arrows. With a sickening thud, the eldest brother was struck in the calf, blood staining the floor as the arrow pierced his flesh. Despite their best efforts, the oldest and second brothers could only fend off the attack with their blades, unable to prevent the assault entirely.

My brother, , is stabbed Adrian wipes the blood on his busted lips "blood for blood." I feel rage build inside me that I had never experienced before, I ran toward him but before I could get close hands wrapped around my arms, the other snaked around my throat "If you want your brother to live you will go with me" he whispered sharply.

Not only that, every bow and arrow that Master Hugh has in his facility was designed or at least modified by the Darthar brothers. They seemed to be on good terms with each other. However, interestingly enough, even master Hugh didn't know that Rolin had a brother until Creed told him what exactly happened there. Regardless, now Creed had a fragile hope to latch on too. If the Darthar Brothers could successfully build a custom arrow as promised, he would be able to continue archery.

The thought of him drinking the blood turned my stomach. "I Phillip Bloodstone, Brother of Alpha Erik, agree to this deal." I snarled as I spoke my brother's name. The sound of it coming from my mouth made blood boil and my jaw clench. "I might end up liking you after all." He said, his voice amused.

Arrows flew from my brother’s bow, their tips glazed with frost. Two wolf guards collapsed instantly—throats pierced, dead before their bodies hit the snow. My brother Vincent stepped over them, robes black, eyes colder than winter. Magic hissed on his skin like live wire. Behind him rolled a carriage of gilded ebony, the Blood Prince’s crest—an imperial eagle clutching a bloodstone crown. An arrow sliced past Seraphina’s ear and sheared off a lock of her hair.