Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

The thick scent billows into the air, coating everyone’s nostrils. Even though Dimitri’s dead, his family is still a part of us and they should be with us where they belong. The Black twins, Boris and Bogdan, our byki, stares at each other and then back at me. The silent question in their expression makes me cock a brow at them. “Know anything you’d like to share, Black?” Their savagery earned them the name Black twins. Both boys are good at enforcing orders, killing without mercy. That’s what the brotherhood is all about now: “show no mercy to our fucking rivals.”

Keith answered, hating the feeling of his skin crawling. “Black Rose,” Mason muttered. Keith looked at Mason in shock. “How did you know?” “I just do,” Mason shrugged. “I thought Blood Brother gang doesn’t exist anymore, Peter?” Peter who just sipped his own wine, sputtered hearing his gang name mentioned. “Brother, who-who are you?” Peter managed to choke out the word after calming his breath. “That’s for you to find out, isn’t it?” Mason smirked. “Now, what is it with this matter concerning Vale?”

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

"She is an enemy to our pack as she has been discovered to have Black Blood running through her veins!" The entire crowd gasped in shock. My heart beat accelerated. How did they know? Would I be killed? The black blood has been something of a curse from my ancestors. The people of the black blood were a member of an ancient pack who dealt in the practice of black magic. It was said that they were forsaken and cursed by the moon goddess since the last 5 centuries, suppressing their ability to ever shift into their wolf forms. It was a form of punishment, rendering them to their most vulnerability and exposing them to predators (enemies).

I tried to shake my head, tried to plead, but no sound came out. “You were supposed to be leverage. Now you are nothing but a curse.” He released me suddenly, and I slumped sideways, coughing violently, tears burning my eyes. The men in the front stayed silent, as if they knew to stay out of this storm. Raphael didn’t calm. He grew darker. He pulled out his second phone, dialed with trembling fingers, and when the call connected, his voice became something terrifyingly controlled. “Kill them,” he ordered. “Every last one connected to those brothers. Burn their businesses. Hunt their men in the streets. I want rivers of blood before dawn.”

Not only had my parents been murdered, but my mother had been pregnant with my brother, a brother who was now somewhere out there, raised by our enemies to be a weapon against his own bloodline. "So a select group within the Northern Alliance kept him secret even from their own leadership," Kane summarised, his voice tight with barely controlled rage. "They've been using Blackthorne blood magic for their own purposes, without the knowledge of wolves like Lord Donovan." "A shadow faction," Alpha Maxwell murmured, his weathered face grim. "This explains why certain Northern Alliance activities seemed... uncoordinated at times."

Mom huffs, using a sly grin to hide her exasperation. "Sorry, it's..." "This is Tyler, Kendrick and Wolfe," She points them out respectively, "They're triplets and your step brothers." Step what? My spoon falls from my hands and clatters to the ground. …

Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity. Present, in a high-class apartment, the melodious classical music resounds. At the end of the most prominent corner is a creepy black rose branch. The strong smell of blood wafted in the air. At the end of the room, there is a body of a man lying under the desk in a very strange position. In his mouth was a black rose branch. The bloodstains were spreading from the wound on his chest to the floor. A deadly atmosphere filled the room with red, white, and black colors mixed with the melody of classical music. All of sudden, a quiet male voice interrupted the music."The cause of death is a wound in the heart. The murderer must hate th

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

PENNY POV Christopher Black, maybe the name sounds familiar. The black-haired man's eyes shine in recognition and something more, as if recognized the surname of the wolves. It's no secret that he's involved with the organized crime; the men behind us and the demeanor of the brothers can confirm it, but he doesn't mention it. Yes, he has had some work done with my brother. Well, the three of us wanted to make something new, and my girl also wanted to get a tattoo.