Black Blood Brothers Novels & Stories

As I walked, I passed several other pack servants gathered in small clusters near the common areas, gossiping away about the day's events and whispering about the new arrivals. Suddenly, I felt a hot flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks as I noticed their lingering, unabashed gazes locked entirely on my face. Whispers cut through the air, and I could distinctly hear them murmuring about my rare, mismatched gray and blue-gray eyes—a strange mark that set me apart even among normal humans, let alone shifters.

His dark red eyes reflected in the gloom like a ghostly lantern leading them through hell. Evelyn watched him, her heart a mixture of fresh rage and a trembling something deeper than memory. “You disappeared for three days, Lucien. Do you know what happened at the chapel?” she asked, her tone sharp but a little shaken. Lucien did not look back. He answered quietly: “I know. And I know who ordered the ‘Purge.’ The Black Blood is no longer only a curse, Evelyn. It is a weapon the Guild wants to recreate.” “They already have,” Adrian cut in. “Dr. Alaric’s cloning bio-soldiers. That blood… it’s no longer natural.”

So he is tough when he needs to be. On the other hand, in Italy, Adil is panicking, and so are Bosco and Natasha. Sylvester Russo is Bosco's elder brother and Tasha's father. The Russos are not the top-tier family, but they are still well off. It's only Bosco who is good for nothing. "If my brother finds out about this, he will skin me alive," Bosco muttered, fearing the inevitable. Natasha is scared, too. She knows the reputation of Xavier. So she knows that he wouldn't hesitate to kill them all.

Clearly, he could see that it hurt his father's reputation, for being publicly embarrassed both by his name being slammed across every media site, when it had nothing to do with praising his name. He was angry, but being angry wouldn't help to tackle the issue at hand. The Blacksmiths! Someone had called the Blacksmiths on them, and they had no idea who it was, what agenda that person had to make if not to kill the Castillo family, and take their business. The Blacksmiths are a secret organization dealing with mercenaries, more like hired assassins in the underground known for their ruthless ways of killing their victims. The unique thing about them is their secrecy and coordinated way of do

It's time for action and destruction. The Vampire Brothers will renew for a second series. The second series will be titled: The Salvador Legacy. The story of the first Lycanthropes to walk the earth. More action, more mystery, more thriller, more adventure, and more erotica and steamy scenes. Brace yourselves. —_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_— Author's note. Hey, lovelies. We have come so far in The Vampire Brothers series and I'm happy to announce that the first book; The O'Connor Bloodline, has been completed. The second book will be coming out before the end of next year.

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.”

It was too late for the first brother to stop him. Samuel was enveloped in black gas. Facing the third brother's charge, the black gas dispersed and a fist rushed out. With a bang, the third brother flew backward several meters, covering his chest and looking at Samuel in disbelief. The black smoke dissipated. At this time, Samuel's eyes were red, ferocious and bloody, and wisps of black smoke were gently swirling around him. From a distance, he looked like the Death of Hell, majestic and cold! "Third Bro." Seeing that Third Bro had been beaten back, the eldest brother hurriedly helped Third Bro down. At this moment, a black palm print was faintly discernible on Third Bro's chest.

Breathing ragged like that of a century-old monster, their canines growing into fangs and their nails turning into claws, every vein, every muscle, every intention, every sense, and every thought crave for one thing: blood! And that’s what they go after, dashing at impossible speeds down the cliff. Attacks are coming at them, arrows flying into the air, but the brothers keep evading them, their motions following any object of attack. As soon as they reach the ground, they pick up the enemy they can see. As they tear their limbs from their joints, they make them scream in the most terrific way a person ever could before they meet their death. They didn’t kill with the motive to just kill. The

Luther tries to keep me focused on him, but it’s hard whenever Adam and Blade look at me as if I’m a science experiment. Adam walks back to his desk rubbing his head as if he has a headache. I ask Luther, “Who are you guys? Like what clan or house do you belong to? Sorry, I’m still trying to understand the vampire lingo.” The corner of Luther’s mouth twitches up and he answers, “We’re the Ambrose brothers. So, a part of the Ambrose line.” I nod my head as if I knew what that meant, but honestly, I don’t know much about vampires. Most human societies don’t and my mom tried to keep me from doing research. It’s a miracle that I even knew Arthur Locke’s name.

His once-powerful frame seemed diminished somehow, though his eyes retained their calculating coldness. "It's time," Giovanni said, offering his arm with no warmth or apology in his gaze. Isabella took it, her fingers barely touching the fabric of his sleeve. "Yes, Father. It's time." ******* The Chiesa di San Marco was filled to capacity with the most dangerous people in Italy. Old mafia families sat alongside corrupt politicians and international crime lords, all dressed impeccably, all watching with predatory interest as Isabella walked down the aisle on her father's arm.