Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

He could walk through the day more than before. “Troy, focus, don't think about something while you are in the middle of a fight. You might be killed” My brother said and I smirked, he sounded like me before I still had my humanity. Tsk… We went back from attacking until I hit the black guy in his arm. I move fast to hit his other arms then his two legs after. He knelt before I stabbed his heart, then my brother cut his head. After that, the black shadow disappeared into thin air.

*** 02 | T H E B E G I N N I N G OF A N E W L I F E *** The clink of sharp weapons interlocking can be heard from the backyard of the residence of Sir Damien Blackheart. The noble-class vampire in the kingdom of Trinity Kingdom. And the older brother of Michelle Joanne Gibbons. Michelle, the girl who was fast asleep a while ago, has now woken up, slowly changing her position from lying down to sitting, rubbing her eyes while trying to regain her sleeping consciousness.

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.

I could feel the power in my veins, the pulse of the vampire blood that surged through me, urging me forward to slash, tear and drink. I met up with my brothers at our usual spot, an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was a place none of our enemies ever thought to look and a place where we could plan without worrying about being interrupted. My brothers were already waiting for me as their faces looked grim with their postures looking tensed. It's as If they could feel the gravity of the situation, just like I did. "Where’s Dante?" Elias asked, his voice low and steady.

PENNY POV Christopher Black, maybe the name sounds familiar. The black-haired man's eyes shine in recognition and something more, as if recognized the surname of the wolves. It's no secret that he's involved with the organized crime; the men behind us and the demeanor of the brothers can confirm it, but he doesn't mention it. Yes, he has had some work done with my brother. Well, the three of us wanted to make something new, and my girl also wanted to get a tattoo.