Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

Luther tries to keep me focused on him, but it’s hard whenever Adam and Blade look at me as if I’m a science experiment. Adam walks back to his desk rubbing his head as if he has a headache. I ask Luther, “Who are you guys? Like what clan or house do you belong to? Sorry, I’m still trying to understand the vampire lingo.” The corner of Luther’s mouth twitches up and he answers, “We’re the Ambrose brothers. So, a part of the Ambrose line.” I nod my head as if I knew what that meant, but honestly, I don’t know much about vampires. Most human societies don’t and my mom tried to keep me from doing research. It’s a miracle that I even knew Arthur Locke’s name.

She grabbed my hand and linked our fingers while laying her head in the crook of my neck. A man all dressed up in black walked in with his hands up in the air. 'Hello, kind people. Can someone please kindly explain why the hell I was being controlled for carrying any kind of weapons.' 'Hello, Dante, good to see you as well.' I laughed sarcastically. 'Dante?' Grace muttered softly. 'Who is that?' She looked up and shot a small look at Dante. G R A C E P O V A man all dressed in black stood in the hallway. His hair was dark brownish and his eyes were green with a slight touch of brown in them. I felt weird looking at them. Like I have seen them before. But I was sure I haven't seen that man be

“If you dare hang around that Tony kid again, I’ll break your legs.” My heartbeat stalled. So fierce. Could Tony have been right? I stared at Leon’s face close to mine, and a chilling image flashed through my mind. An evil adopted son killing his foster parents, seizing their fortune, and locking up his younger brother in some twisted obsession. Crap! How horrifying! I could almost see Leon at Mom and Dad’s crash site, coldly wiping his fingerprints from the steering wheel. Then, striding toward me with a ruler in hand, his lips curled, whispering, “Harry… you can’t escape…”

An unreadable, calm smirk split his features as he stared up at my mother, his voice carrying a strange, dark undertone that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. "After all," Adrian said, his eyes boring into Evelyn with a terrifying intensity that made her face turn entirely pale. "Old man Blackwood’s memory belongs to a lot of people in this city. Some of us have been waiting a very long time to finally address the hidden indiscretions of this family bloodline." A sudden, sharp gasp ripped through the front rows.

“Let me be the judge of that.” “As you say.” He said, tugging her along with him. Taking a seat on the chair near his study desk, he pulled her along with him so she could sit in his lap. Using the grip on her waist, he pulled her back closer to his chest and rested his chin on her tensed shoulder. “Alright then.” He pulled a file closer toward her, allowing her to read the letter on it. “The brotherhood, in alliance with the bloodmoon and the darkstar.” She read, barely audible to even herself.

Dead. The Badblood dropped Danika with a scream as Rena suddenly appeared and climbed to her back. Her dagger sunk on the Badblood's spine and Rena pushed her way down creating a long lash on the back. Blood sprayed and the woman screamed in pain. She turned but Rena disappeared. She turned back and met Gwyn's punch. She fell down. "Long time no see sister." Said Gwyn, towering above her sister. "You've been very bad Galyon." Then Gwyn slit her sister's throat.

The forest was no longer a sanctuary; it was a cathedral of violence. Behind them, the Solstice Gala had devolved into a bloodbath. Killian’s roar had been the starting gun, and Julian’s cold, calculating spite was the ammunition. As the two brothers shifted,one a monstrous shadow of charcoal and rage, the other a bone-white specter of ice,the pack followed. Any human guest who wasn't a designated mate was nothing more than a hurdle to be shredded. The Blackwoods were no longer playing at high society. They were a tide of fur and teeth descending the hillside.

He felt as if he had fallen from the top of a roof only to land on his back. "Can we be leaving now?" Sophia asked. "Not yet," Alberto replied. "Blackwheel still has a lot to say to us and we still have a lot to say to him. There is so much going on right now inside the brotherhood that needs to be told. It would be best if we could stick together rather than create a form of disunity that might affect us in the future." "There is no future for me," Blackwheel said slowly. "I am a murderer and I have killed the people who love me for rubbish reasons. At least, Judas betrayed Christ for some coins. I betrayed my family for nothing."

"These are my brothers, Dominic and Darius." Blackthorne. My blood turned to ice. Everyone knew about the Blackthorne Pack, they were the most feared wolves in the region. Ruthless, violent, and completely without mercy. What were they doing here? The brother on the left, Dominic, I assumed, gave me what might have been a smile if it wasn't so predatory. He was handsome in a way that would probably make most girls swoon, with golden hair and features that belonged in a magazine. But his eyes held the same dangerous glint as his brothers'.

Alpha Tim asked, pulling me away from my phone. “Yes. I had someone I thought might help.” My words were distracted. “But he wanted to wait for his true mate and he didn’t want me to resent him later.” The alphas all nodded their heads. I slid my phone back into my pocket and tucked that information away. I told them about Nina and Nadine. About Vince. Brandon. And finally, I got to the end. “They call themselves the Brotherhood of Blood.” Thoth stiffened beside me. But my dad furrowed his brow. “Who does?”