Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

Now he saw why. “Who paid you?” she asked, voice sharp, eyes locked onto Luca’s. “Who gave you the order?” Luca sobbed, the fear catching up to his lungs. “They...De Marco didn’t come himself. It was filtered. Vatican bank contacts. A deal signed in Donatello’s name.” That stopped her hand. “What deal?” Luca was crying now. “They’re building something. Donatello and a faction inside the Vatican. Old money. The Black Chamber. Human trade routes built under religious outreach programs. Coded sanctuaries used to traffic data, children, weapons. Untouchable because they wear crosses.”

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Marlo was about to against it more when a tall guy from his back held his hand. "That was enough, what father saying is true. There is no rule about it." He said that left Marlo silent. "Cable." Marlo stayed silent. "Are there any complaints?" No one answered and that's when the meeting has begun. Through the entire meeting that has lasted for 12 hours straight. The two parties. Alkhun is the Leader of the Black team, and Marlo is the leader of the red team. With their members. "For the slayer of the Alkhun's team was Amari Rafa."

The best the world had to offer and the last line of defense against the night. Damien had a laid-back yet vigilant approach to the supernatural. If they kept to themselves and didn't cause trouble, he didn't cause them trouble. But if they crossed that line, his people did what needed to be done. He was proud that his kill rate was low. His predecessors had been tougher, more ruthless, but times had changed, mankind had changed, and Damien knew that sometimes a situation was painted in shades of gray. But some in the Brotherhood still only saw things in terms of black and white.

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

Then he shouted at Fourth Brother Diaz, "Fourth Brother, listen to Big Brother. Let's go. If anything happens to Big Brother and Second Brother, we will take revenge for them if we need to sacrifice our lives." Truth to be told, Third Brother Diaz was unwilling to leave, but he knew very well that all of them would die there if they continued to fight. If he and Fourth Brother left, there would be a small opportunity left. Blood veins were noticeable in Fourth Brother Diaz's eyes. He, too, was unwilling to leave, but he nodded his head anyway. Subsequently, the two brothers took out a black marble each and smashed it to the floor. Instantly, the black fog appeared and dispersed everywhere. T

His word hit me with the impact of a storm, brutal and unforgiving. “The Brotherhood has a code they abide by.” He muttered. “They believe in blood for blood and now, they want Calista's life for killing Matteo.”

They had taken one another's blood and could communicate together separately from the common path of the ancient people, which gave them an advantage since the demons couldn't hear them. It was their good luck that when they put out the call, others from the brotherhood answered. Benedik had joined them. He made up the fifth man in Damonq’s pack. He was as cold as ice, with unique midnight black eyes that never blinked. He made his way around the block, coming in from the other side of the alley. The second pack was also made up of ancients; all were in the brotherhood or had been at one time. Afanasiv, Nicu and Valentin were joined by Petru and Isia. They made a formidable pack, moving fast

he muttered, but there was hesitation in his voice. Catherine’s gaze hardened. “No. It wasn’t.” Carmela let out a bitter laugh. “So what? You’re telling us that Damion and Adrian’s souls have… switched? That’s absurd.” Catherine ignored her doubt. “Generations ago, the Blackwood brothers fought over power, just as Adrian and Damion have. The key they sought was never meant to be touched. It was created to grant knowledge and wealth—but at a terrible price. When the brothers both reached for it, their souls were exchanged. One of them lost his mind, running into the forest, never to be seen again.”

…Alpha Rowland's pov .. I couldn't shake off the sense of foreboding that settled over me as the news of a surprise attack on my brother reached my ears. Alpha Robert, my half-brother from the Black Blood Pack, was known for his ruthlessness and hunger for power. Our packs had long been entangled in a bitter rivalry, fueled by an ancestral feud that seemed impossible to mend. Bur