Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

"Yes, Wendall. Viktor was gracious enough to hunt down our two members who thought it better to join our rivals than to remain loyal to us, the Blood Brothers. Let us never forget what happens when we betray our own." "Here, here," Viktor nodded, lifting his glass again. I took a seat and the other members followed. "Let's get down to business now,” I stated. I grabbed my bag and pulled out a layout of the territory that Amon had stolen from us. Amber handed me a bag filled with miniature black and red vampire pawns. I placed the vampires on the layout of each of our territories before proceeding with the plan. "We are the Blood Brothers; therefore, we will be represented in red. The Blood K

He then backed away and leaned her back against the prison wall, sighing deeply. "It's just that the method he uses will be very detrimental to our people," said Elena ending her sentence. "What has he done?" Mila couldn't wait to hear the continuation of the sentence. "No, he didn't have time to do that, because the elders killed him first," said Liam. The king stared blankly at the empty space, as if he was remembering what had happened decades ago. Bringing back those dark memories of the past... "My brother wants all the vampires to gather and hunt humans without mercy," said Elena in a voice that sounded tired. “He wants to attack the humans at full power and spare no one.”

“No, I promise. I only heard it from my brother yesterday.” The suspicion in his eyes vanished. He bent over his work again, voice dropping to a rasp. “They’re the shadow people. Deadly. They kill for sport.”. “Please, what are they?My brother….” He shook his head, looking at me in pity. “No one involved leaves the Ombra Nera alive. It’s not a dance club. It’s a mafia, bound by blood, loyal to each othher, ” he added. I recoiled sharply.

He nodded. The Blackwoods—the most feared mafia family in the city. Their patriarch, Don Vito Blackwood, ran the most notorious criminal empire in the country. His sons were equally infamous: Damian, the charismatic yet cruel eldest; David, arrogant and aggressive; Denzel, the flirt and womanizer; and Dominique—the youngest and most feared of them all. Cold. Calculated. Merciless. They called him The Devil. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “Dad... of all people… the Blackwoods?”

I asked with interest. "Ah..." he touched his chin as if he is thinking. “Ah! Their power is Ill—” what he said was cut off by an explosion causing us to turn to the source of that explosion. My eyes widened when I saw five vampires with black eyes. Dervy. They are outside the shield and trying to break the shield with their dark magic. "Let the hunting begin," Adrian said happily then grinned and quickly ran towards the Dervy group. Their father also followed him.

My brother had discovered that she was stealing money from him, and if there was anything my brother valued more than anything else, it was his money. After I got him off her, he became enraged and charged at me. We fought until he suddenly went rigid in my arms, his eyes wide. Blood spewed out of his mouth, and he stumbled, grabbing my arms. I held him, frowning in confusion, not understanding what was going on, until he collapsed to his knees, revealing a trembling Margot with bloody hands standing behind him.

( Alyssa said) "Yes please, what does it say?" ( Mr Leonardo adds up In a hate and listened to what she had to say) Alyssa's turns her eyes and falls it on me while speaking, she says, "Life has a way of making us pay for our sins, and concerning the what you told me, yes!!! Your son is being hunted by the spirit of his dead brother". "what?" Mr Leonardo airs out in disbelief. Alyssa kept her countenance on me while Mr Leonardo vents out and leaves me behind.

The brothers hurl into the wind, soaking in the powers of the moon right before the attack commenced. Quickly, Kade has dashed into the scene, cutting any limbs that he could before he’d use his fangs to tear off the arteries that, unfortunately, get sucked into his mouth, and then he’d leave his victim’s body gushing out blood as they look up at the moon right before death knocks on their door.

With a dark, feral grunt, the massive Alpha violently threw his weight onto the steel bar. SCREECH. The sound of thick iron nails tearing out of cheap wood violently split the air. Jax stepped up right beside him, curling his massive, calloused fingers under the splintering wood where Fennigan had created a gap. With a synchronized, terrifying surge of pure werewolf strength, the two brothers ripped the entire top half of the lid clean off. The rough pine completely shattered, exposing the dark interior of the crate. And there he was. Damon Blackwood. The monster who had built a slaughterhouse under their feet. His skin was pale and waxy in the dim fluorescent light of the loading bay, his b

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.