Arrow Brother Blood Novels & Stories

“What I'm doing is the result of your brother's actions, who wanted to seize the Blood Pack's wealth. Your brother's actions also caused me to lose Grace!” Aron tried to speak, but his injuries had left him too weak to continue his argument. He could only stare at me with eyes full of regret and defeat. With a strict order from me, the Blood Pack soldiers who were around us immediately captured Alpha Aron. They held the Alpha, who had lost his strength. He was bound and helpless. With steady steps, I raised my sword, and with one decisive blow, Alpha Aron's head separated from his body.

Just as the dagger was about to descend, a silver arrow shot through the air. Its tip struck the blade with perfect accuracy, and the force knocked the dagger from my hand. The arrowhead grazed the back of my hand. The burning sting of silver instantly broke my skin, and blood dripped onto the stones below. "Stop!" A familiar voice thundered, laced with the authority of the future Alpha. It was my brother, Adrian. He strode forward, the silver bow in his hand still trembling, its arrowhead stained with my blood. "Brother, what do you think you're doing?"

It was as if all of their sincerity and trust were fed to the dogs, and the painstaking efforts that they did for the prosperity of the Artemia Kingdom only helped the Royal Ark clan to grow more and more unbridled until it resulted in their Blood Wolves clan’s disappearance. Thinking back on that night, the joy that appeared from the unexpected news of his little sister faded. He sighed and renewed a small smile at the corner of his lips before looking back at the unknown man next to his little sister. He is still feeling weak due to the injuries in his body, but he straightened his back and reached out his right hand in front of Samel. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Arkon Blood, Asha Bl

Dominic looked at Lev and then at Agron. “I have no objections,” Agron said and glanced over at Lev. “Neither do I,” Lev said. “Good, the other matter is that I have a name. This man killed my brother and that means that he cannot be allowed to live his life. He touched a Vittori and that will not go unpunished,” Dominic said. “How can I help?” Lev asked, already knowing that he would help Dominic with anything he ever asked. He’d never take the chance of losing Hunter or her respect.

The king's eyes shot open when he felt the sharp pain in his heart, only to see his son piercing an arrow into his heart. A regular vampire will not die from just a simple arrow piercing their heart. Once they remove it, the vampire would be healed. Killing a pure blooded royal was a difficult thing to do. They were almost invincible. But what was with this arrow? What was this pain? He felt like his whole body was going numb, and he couldn't even fight back to remove the thing from his chest.

“I want to hit this fucker hard and fast and take away everything he’s ever worked for. I want to send the word out that no one touches what’s mine. Timothy Flynn made his last mistake this morning when he took my woman.” Roman thrust his hand into the circle the five of them made. Sazon put his hand on top of Roman’s, soon Barshan and Yuri’s hands joined the others. Finally, Mikial’s hand topped theirs. Then all five chanted, “We are brothers by choice, blood has brought us together and holds us strong. Brothers we are and brothers we will always be.”

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.

Crimson blood poured down the King's snout, blinding his vision. Rowan drove him back, ramming his weight into Sarlen's chest until they collided with another wall, the polished silver sheets buckling and groaning as they ripped free from their stone anchors. Bram was already at the altar. His broadsword flashed in three violent strokes, cutting through the thick leather straps holding me down. He clamped his gloved hand over the vein in my right forearm, cleanly pinching and removing the hollow silver spike from my flesh to stop the bleeding. “We have to get you out of here—now!” He said

One brother asking to know why his own blood and betrayed him without a second thought. Behind all that anger and fury was sadness, pure undiluted sadness. My throat tightened, and I forced myself to speak. “You’re both bleeding the same wound,” I whispered. “You just don’t see it.” Nico looked down at me, his glare softening for just a second before it hardened again. “Amelie—” “No,” I cut in, clutching the front of his shirt. “I’m not letting you walk away from him. I’m not letting either of you throw this away. You’ve carried each other too long to give up now.”

Lunaris Dominion, moonhowl pack, grave tooth pack, strombane pack, iron claw pack and blackthorn pack. Some say Moonhowl is merciful. I say mercy’s a lie. A hand waved in front of my face, ripping me from my thoughts. The first thing I saw were the polished boots. Then a lopsided grin. Von. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said. “You look… clean,” I muttered. He puffed his chest. “Rumor is, High Alpha Alaric made a deal with the Alpha King. Wants to send a few humans over as tribute.” He adjusted his ragged collar. “Thought if I looked half-decent, maybe I’d be overlooked.”