Black Blood Brotherhood Novels & Stories

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.

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.

My breath quickened. His touch was different from Levi. Where Levi’s touch had been fire and hunger, Nate’s was control and power. Both devastated me in completely different ways. I couldn’t hear the priest’s words. Couldn’t focus past Nate’s hand on my back and Levi three feet away and the fact that my body was betraying me by responding to both. “I would like to acknowledge our witnesses. Standing as best man, Nate Blackthorne’s brother and second-in-command of the Shadowmoon Pack, Levi Blackthorne.”

The best the world had to offer and the last line of defense against the night. Damien had a laid-back yet vigilant approach to the supernatural. If they kept to themselves and didn't cause trouble, he didn't cause them trouble. But if they crossed that line, his people did what needed to be done. He was proud that his kill rate was low. His predecessors had been tougher, more ruthless, but times had changed, mankind had changed, and Damien knew that sometimes a situation was painted in shades of gray. But some in the Brotherhood still only saw things in terms of black and white.

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." Kevin smiles devilishly. To Be Continued.

It was a sleek, black sedan that looked like it cost more than the house I grew up in. It pulled to a stop right in front of the bench. The engine purred before going off. "Great," I muttered raspily. "Just what I need. A serial killer to finish the job." The back window rolled down with a smooth hiss. I froze. I knew that face. Everyone in the city knew that face. Dominic Black. The oldest of the five Black brothers. The man who spent fifty percent of his time making billions and the other fifty percent trying to wipe the Vale family off the corporate map.

he asked. “Yes!” I breathed in a hoarse tone. “Who are you begging to fuck you, baby girl?” “You!” “Who am I?” “Zachary Reed,” I said. Then I turned my head so I could look at him in the eyes. “My brother.” Something dark and primal crossed his eyes. We both relented on the gravity of our relationship. The taboo, the forbidden pleasure we were both sharing.

He adds. “What is so bad about him he can’t be mentioned?” I ask. “According to the Urban Legend, he murdered over 20 students at this school. He killed the first 3 as revenge. After he did that he murdered his family including his little brother.” He explains. “Wow... so he was a psychopath?” I mutter. “Yes, yes, he was.” He grumbles. “What was his brother’s name?” I continue to question. “His name was Lockie Saunders. Apparently he was sweet. He was the quiet type. The opposite to Killian.” Callie interrupts.

Brad chimes in before retreating into a corner of the room. "We received news from the south. The BlackBloods are preparing an attack on the MoonBlood pack tomorrow night, under the cover of the moonless night. Intel couldn't find out if it's the big one, meant to take over the pack entirely or not, but it's safe to say it is." Damon jumps straight at it and it takes all my self restraint not to look at Brad's face, trying to read it. "What about the MoonWalks? They'll just jump right over?" Andre asks.

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”