Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Aaron grabbed my hand, ready to pull me away. “Did she tell you she used to suck Dorian’s dick?” Bella said. Aaron’s frown vanished at once. “Oh. You didn’t know?” she said. “Do you know what I find interesting,” Bella continued. “You went from Dorian’s girlfriend to being fired in one night but now you are back working for his brother. Or should I say his illegitimate brother?” She tilted her head. “You can’t just stay away, can you?”

So he is tough when he needs to be. On the other hand, in Italy, Adil is panicking, and so are Bosco and Natasha. Sylvester Russo is Bosco's elder brother and Tasha's father. The Russos are not the top-tier family, but they are still well off. It's only Bosco who is good for nothing. "If my brother finds out about this, he will skin me alive," Bosco muttered, fearing the inevitable. Natasha is scared, too. She knows the reputation of Xavier. So she knows that he wouldn't hesitate to kill them all.

It barely takes a moment before their scents hit the air, shifting and turning my insides before I can even react. My head snaps to the horizon, and notices the figures that slowly trail out. Unrushed. Unnatural. And unfortunately out of place. “The hell are they doing here?!” My fists clench before I can even control it. “Long time no see, Liam” the Alpha walks down with his mate right beside him. The Black Bloods. Our affiliation is with them?! “So,” Callum stops just across from us while Taylor smiles beside him. “Did you miss me?”

He pushes the tip into Dane’s flesh and starts dragging it towards my hand, splitting his skin open. “Do you, Damien, relinquish all past ties and accept the Black family name as your own?” “I do.” “Do you, Damien Black, accept me, Alpha Dane Black as your brother?” “I do.” Eric’s knife pierces my flesh, splitting the skin across the back of my hand, mixing Danes blood with mine. “Do you, Damien Black, understand that you will forever carry the Black surname and that you will represent Black Shadow for as long as you shall live?”

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."

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.

His eyes were dark, calculating, and held not an ounce of warmth. This was a killer. Pure and simple. "The Blackwood brothers." His voice was like gravel scraping over stone. "I've heard of you. Three young wolves playing at a forbidden bond with a hybrid. How... progressive." The contempt in his voice was unmistakable. "We're not here to discuss our bond," I said evenly. "We're here about Dane Corvus." "Are you now?" Garrett moved closer, circling us like a predator sizing up prey. "And what makes you think I have any interest in Corvus?"

His once-powerful frame seemed diminished somehow, though his eyes retained their calculating coldness. "It's time," Giovanni said, offering his arm with no warmth or apology in his gaze. Isabella took it, her fingers barely touching the fabric of his sleeve. "Yes, Father. It's time." ******* The Chiesa di San Marco was filled to capacity with the most dangerous people in Italy. Old mafia families sat alongside corrupt politicians and international crime lords, all dressed impeccably, all watching with predatory interest as Isabella walked down the aisle on her father's arm.

"You heard me. You're his half brother, Congo. Not his brother." Congo exploded, turning his head halfway around to snarl at the backseat. "You ungrateful, paranoid little bitch! Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me about my own family? Look at where you are right now! You'd both be rotting in that trash heap if I hadn't come for you. I brought my three men, I risked our necks, I" "You mean Dante's men," I cut him off, my voice sharp and venomous. "They answer to him, Congo. Not you."