Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

BLURB “Why are you everywhere? Why do you appear all around me?” I asked in an almost inaudible voice filled with frustration and weakness “Do I still have to answer that?” He smirked. “Fine, it's simple. You're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go or even sharing you." *** Elena Carter felt heartbroken after finding out her best friend and ex-fiance were having an affair. They called her a liability as she had been with their support after her graduation and her failed attempts to secure a job for over a year. In desperation to avoid the pain that pierced through her heart like a saber, she went to a club where she had a one night stand with someone who turn

My family had covered it up perfectly, profiting from the new alliances while I rotted in an unmarked grave. Rage boiled inside me as I read further. The Blackthorn empire had only grown stronger. Damien Blackthorn, Kael’s older brother, was portrayed as a ruthless visionary. Billionaire Alpha. CEO of Blackthorn Group, controlling vast territories, businesses, and pack alliances across Africa and beyond. Photos showed a towering, devastatingly handsome man with sharp features, golden eyes, and an aura of pure dominance. My wolf whined traitorously at the images, drawn to his power even through a screen.

“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.

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.

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.

She couldn't let that happen, so she thought of another thing to do, to get his attention back to her, but he was trying to get Blair to look at him. The sorcerer was brought forward to remind the people about Blackmoon pack, their fiercest enemy. After getting to the front role with so much difficulty, Sodom finally started. "The black moon pack was once part of Demini. They are known as our fiery enemy, but that was just because we are related to them by blood. The black moon is headed by Alpha Barthur, and he is the twin brother of your father.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

A man Ethan had never seen before. A man holding a second newborn. On the back, someone had written: THE BLACKWOOD BLOODLINE DID NOT BEGIN WITH ALEXANDER. Beneath it was one final sentence. ASK AVA WHO THE MAN HOLDING YOUR BROTHER IS.