Novel & Cerita Black Blood Brothers

"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.

This was about blood. And before this was over, Moscow would drown in it. "I am coming for you, brother," I whispered to the rain. "And when I find you, you will beg for death before I am done.”

I have to be going and coming because I knew Adam wouldn't like it. "No, I will return. Tell the enforcer's to join me at the greater gate." I told Kyle. "Alright, they will transport you to the place." He said, and I nodded. Before the Bloods took over, we usually ran around with our wolves and those of us that didn't have wolves walked. It was the bloods that brought cars and buses. Their engineers made them with science, and it was amazing to see something mechanical that ran on its own without magic. We were yet to know where they had gotten the knowledge from, but as good as it was, it made people lazy.

he explained. "Well let's hope for your sake that she shows up or we find another witch to give you a baby hybrid, You can tell the guards to extend the search to human territories, she might be hiding there, put up a huge sum of reward for anyone that can find her, humans love money and won't mind selling their soul to the devil to have it," I said to Richard, he nodded his head and was about leaving when Black entered the office. Black is a vicious and powerful leader of a rogue gang that has been working with me for some time now. He has been my right-hand man for many years. One thing I like about him is that he delivers any assignment given to him and his gang.

he muttered, but there was hesitation in his voice. Catherine’s gaze hardened. “No. It wasn’t.” Carmela let out a bitter laugh. “So what? You’re telling us that Damion and Adrian’s souls have… switched? That’s absurd.” Catherine ignored her doubt. “Generations ago, the Blackwood brothers fought over power, just as Adrian and Damion have. The key they sought was never meant to be touched. It was created to grant knowledge and wealth—but at a terrible price. When the brothers both reached for it, their souls were exchanged. One of them lost his mind, running into the forest, never to be seen again.”

They didn’t want to reveal that they were brothers although students on campus knew for a fact that they were indeed close but that was where it ended, nobody thought of them being siblings because of how contrasted their personalities ran. Any deep look into their life history and any one could immediately pin point that these two were brothers. Then again, Jedidiah and Williams hadn’t expected to have the same soulmate so which meant they were bonded for life through their one soulmate but that wasn’t something they could control. They were one of the few people in the world who had to share a soulmate but Williams seemed himself lucky that he had to share with someone he already knew; his

I argued. "Your brother was the accountant for a gang—a family rather—The Black Rose." The Black Rose. It was the name Elijah had called his company, and now they were saying it was a gang? "And now that he's gone, they won't stop until they wipe out the rest of The Black Rose," Silas took a step back. "You signed your fate the second you stepped foot in Italy with that passport. If they get their hands on you, they will kill you or worse."

Reece leaned against a sideboard, swirling a glass of something dark, a charming, dangerous smile on his lips. “Sit,” Kael said. It wasn’t a request. I sat in the chair farthest from him. It didn’t matter. The air was thick with their presence, with their power. It was suffocating. “We are the Blackthorn brothers,” Kael began, as if I didn’t know the most infamous rogues on the continent. “Exiled from our pack five years ago.” “For murdering your father,” I whispered, repeating the story everyone knew. Damon stopped pacing and snarled. “We didn’t kill him.”

"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

The forest was no longer a sanctuary; it was a cathedral of violence. Behind them, the Solstice Gala had devolved into a bloodbath. Killian’s roar had been the starting gun, and Julian’s cold, calculating spite was the ammunition. As the two brothers shifted,one a monstrous shadow of charcoal and rage, the other a bone-white specter of ice,the pack followed. Any human guest who wasn't a designated mate was nothing more than a hurdle to be shredded. The Blackwoods were no longer playing at high society. They were a tide of fur and teeth descending the hillside.