Black Blood Brothers Novels & Stories

Not only had my parents been murdered, but my mother had been pregnant with my brother, a brother who was now somewhere out there, raised by our enemies to be a weapon against his own bloodline. "So a select group within the Northern Alliance kept him secret even from their own leadership," Kane summarised, his voice tight with barely controlled rage. "They've been using Blackthorne blood magic for their own purposes, without the knowledge of wolves like Lord Donovan." "A shadow faction," Alpha Maxwell murmured, his weathered face grim. "This explains why certain Northern Alliance activities seemed... uncoordinated at times."

"Two million dollars." The number felt surreal. Impossible. Like something from a dream that would evaporate in daylight. She pulled out her laptop and did what she should have done in Rick's office...researched the Blackwood brothers. The results were... extensive. Damian, Damon, and Silas Blackwood. Triplets, though not identical. Ages listed as twenty-nine, which meant they were six years older than her. They controlled the Northern Territory—a massive expanse of land that included three major cities and countless smaller towns. Their pack was one of the largest and most powerful in North America.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

After the emotional breakdown of the past few days, some physical comfort sounded heavenly. As Zara's skilled hands helped me with the tension on my shoulders, Kim's curiosity finally got the best of her. "Is it really true?" she blurted out without even knowing. "Sorry, I shouldn't poke. It's just… everyone's talking about the Archive and something about the brothers?" I sighed and closed my eyes. "It's okay, Kim. And yes, it's true. Blackmoons and Silvermoons… we come from the same roots. Two brothers, way back in the beginning."

Then came back to me. "I want what I've always wanted," she said. "Safety. Security. A guarantee that Daniel Cross won't put a bullet in my head for what I know." "And what do you know?" "Everything." She stood up. Walked to the window. Looked out at the brick wall like it was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen. "Your father and William Black weren't just partners. They were brothers. Not by blood. By choice. They built an empire together—drugs, weapons, human trafficking, you name it. If it was illegal and profitable, they had their hands in it."

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

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.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

The Black Wolf was born from shadows and shaped by moonlight, but it always beat with the pulse of love, sacrifice, and resilience. Thank you for walking beside Vireya, through pain, through wonder, through storms and stars. This is not just the end of a story. It’s the echo of a legacy, the warmth of a reunion, and the reminder that even in the darkest forests, love finds its way home. There are more stories waiting just beyond the horizon, magical, bold, and unforgettable.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.