Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

I hated that he noticed. He chuckled low. “Good. ’Cause there’s blood coming, brother. You either pick up your cut or get cut out.” I turned to him then, eyes cold. “You ever think maybe blood isn’t the answer?” He leaned in close, voice a whisper meant to sting. “This is the club, Ash. Blood’s always the answer here.” Before I could reply, Griff’s office door slammed open and he stepped out with fire in his eyes and a paper clutched in his hand.

“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.”

His lips curved into an evil smile. I could recognize who this ugly-looking young man was. He was Adam's brother, Alex, a werewolf who had just become the new blood wolf in the Black Blood Pack.

It’s frivolous bullshit that won’t matter until my mate is home. We approach the porch to find my younger brother, drinking and joking with his friends. My gut swirls with uncertainty, the closer we get to them. My wolf on edge, but he always is when Braddock is near. He may be my brother, but we are as different as two people can be. “Oh, if it isn’t the prodigal son! He’s finally returned!” Brad calls, his words slurring from the moonshine in his drink. He stands from the rail he’s leaning against, to stumble along with a raised cup. “The future alpha of Blackstone.”

The fourth brother leans forward with a nonchalant attitude, "You can get back together if you have just broken up. It's normal for young men to fall in love and break up. Do you want Richard Black to win back this Mary Kinson and have her married early?" The temperature in the study suddenly dropped. It is still early autumn, but everyone feels a cold gust of wind. The fourth brother's heart throbbed. The fifth brother nudged him with his elbow, then looked at the fifth and followed the fifth's eyes to William Black. They saw William Black turn all the places touched by the eyes to ashes with his long, narrow and deep eyes that looked like a shura from hell. The fourth brother's Adam's appl

"Your boyfriend has abandoned you, but Damian is willing to take you in, if you'd just agree to join him. You know, he's merciful, unlike his brother, who is also your boyfriend. I mean, I would have killed you on sight, sliced your body in half and keep one here in France and the other at Dashiell's gate," I gasped, the ropes adding immense pressure to my stomach. Brother? My thoughts drifted back to the night when Adela told me that Dashiell had a brother. "I see you are surprised," Anthony laughed. "Damian Blackwood is the first son of Donovan Blackwood, and no…he is not illegitimate, he was born from the same womb as Dashiell. And he is here to redeem us from this era of darkness." A cou

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

Her outburst drew everyone's attention. Ian managed to bluff his way out of the situation too. He secretly gasped in relief. "That's right. My brother died so young. We're not leaving if you don't give us an explanation today." He instantly seized the upper hand with just a few words. The police officers present all wore awkward expressions. "We didn't want this to happen either." "How about this? We'll take you to see the victim first. Then, we can sit down and talk about this." Hearing that they were going to see the victim, Ian instantly recoiled like a cat with its fur standing on end. "No, no, no! I don't think that's necessary! We have things to deal with tomorrow, so we'll go back now