Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

“I’ll avenge June! I’ll slaughter every last zombie! “Right now, the most important thing is to get me out of here, Eira.” Castiel’s words made me laugh bitterly. “You killed June. Her death was your fault, not anyone else’s. What makes you think I would help you?!” Castiel roared in rage, “Eira, she was just an outsider! I’m your real brother!” ‘An outsider?’ I thought. All these years, June had looked after me and cared for me. When the zombies attacked, she shielded me behind her. Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress!

I promise, knowing how little the promise is worth. She moves the boy behind her. Only then do I see the crude drawings scrawled in the dust near where he sat. Stick figures, drawn with a child's impatience—three of them, all large, triangular heads, each with exaggerated, fanged mouths. Their bodies are wolfish, or what a boy imagines a wolf must be: hunched, heavy at the shoulder, legs that end in claws. One figure holds a stick, or maybe a sword. The last is bigger than the others, looming above a crowd of smaller shapes—people, presumably, but every one drawn with a red X where the heart should be. The mother follows my gaze. "He says the wolves walk upright, like men. They come at night

“How can you be this calm, after killing his sister, or whatever she was?” I gave a small shrug. “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Xareth will do what he wants anyway. He always does.” But in truth, I was counting the hours. Last night, during the height of the Blood Moon, we had passed the eastern mountain ridge. We were close to the pack border. I’d felt it in my bones. Zevarion would come with an army. By late afternoon, the twisted altar was complete. Two of them, standing like twin tombs at the foot of the cursed castle. One for me. One for someone else.

I turned to leave, Astrid held close to my chest. “W-Wait…” the man croaked. “Who are you?” I paused. “One of the Blackthorn Brothers,” I said without looking back. “The name should tell Kael exactly what awaits him.” Then I disappeared into the forest. Behind me, I heard him gasp—a sharp, pained inhale. Everyone knew our name. The brothers who slaughtered the vampire coven. The witches’ bane. The twin Alphas of Lunaria. The most feared wolves in the realm.

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

“His worst crime is coveting you. What is mine can't be coveted by others. Even if I don't want you, I won't let any other man dream of having you.” He winces as he recalls his unintended outburst, and the sting of remorse tugs at his conscience. Before he can delve too deeply into his regret, sudden, sharp knocks on the door interrupt his thoughts, jerking him out of his envious thoughts. “Come in or leave,” he snarls, and the door creaks open, revealing his uncle, Elder Devon, and his cousin, Declan. Devon Blackthorne, the only brother of the previous Alpha, Damien Blackthorne, has been the First Elder of the Black Pack for more than three decades.

He said a manic grin splitting on his face. “It’s been a long time since we had a one-on-one with the vamps.” He directed to the cabal of mad dogs who were watching the exchange between the two brothers intently! They wooed and cheered, and I was once again reminded of the fact that my own brother gathered a bunch of outcasts and formed his own pack. And they were doing all kinds of dirty work. Underground illegal fights, assassinations, drug dealing… he was the literal nightmare for every living species on earth.

From the sound of it, it trembled as the speaker was was overwhelmed with fear. The lights came back on and there was William, showered in and standing with blood dripping from underneath his chin, hands not the less. And he used his palm and stroke his hair to the back as he walked more closer to the last man standing. "I'll ask you this just once," William raised without a sense of humor. "Where is my brother?" "I-I don't know," he stuttered. "I swear." "You're the matron of these witches," he turned and waved his hand behind him and behold, dead bodies with hearts ripped, some decapitated, and some just mauled.

The brother grabs Kevin's shoulder while looking into his eyes in anger. "Why am I working under him as a worker?" "Because I want revenge and brother I'll help you destroy the Salvatore family." Kevin and his brother stared into each other's eyes in anger. Their anger will subside only when they destroy the Salvatore family and kill Aaron Salvatore. "Brother, I want Doctor Samantha and Damon Salvatore." "These two are our only weapons to destroy Aaron," Kevin said. "I’ll bring you to them. This is your brother's promise to you."