Arrow Brother Blood Novels & Stories

***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.

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.

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.

There was no way Archer was here, this was impossible. "Save your energy, let me handle that bastard!" Archer? Xander widened his eyes in surprise when he saw his favourite brother on the same battlefield as him. In his right hand Archer was twisting the head of the Beta leader who had shot him earlier. "Hey stupid alpha! Look at this weak leader of your army, if you don't let my brother go then I will-" Archer had not finished his sentence when someone from behind swung a sword at his neck. The binding blade stopped right in front of his carotid artery.

The blade sat flush against my ribs, hidden entirely by the cascading layers of lace and reinforced satin. If I was being forced to walk into the lion's den, I wasn't going in unarmed. Jarrah Calaby believed he was buying a passive pawn to secure his port revenues. My father believed he was using me as a meat shield to buy his syndicate time. They were both wrong. The moment Jarrah let his guard down on our wedding night, I would sink five inches of carbon fiber directly into his carotid artery. I would take his life, take my sister, and vanish into the night before either family realized the Warden was dead.

"The Bloodbound will rise again." The dagger's light flared once, as if answering him. And far above the ruins, in the night sky, a murder of crows took flight - screaming into the dark.

The same jawline, the same cold smile. Enzo Moretti. Dante got out of the car first. Elena, behind him, with the child in her arms, had insisted on coming, and no one had been able to refuse. Enzo looked at them for a long time. Then he said, "Little brother." His voice was soft, almost gentle. "How long has it been?" "We don't know each other." "But we should." Enzo took a step forward. "We share the same blood. The same father. The same name."

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.

He asked. “I'm fine,” I said. “He'll be back shortly,” Marco said, nodding toward the end of the wall. I turned to the direction of his nod. Aaron stood in front of a table. The man seated at it wore a blue suit and had his back turned to me. The carefulness of other people moving around the table told me exactly who the man was. Morgan Vale. Aaron stood in front of his father. Both hands were in his pocket and his posture was exactly the way I had known him for.