Black Brothers Novels & Stories

The word brothers kept repeating in Sophia’s mind again and again. She looked at the three men, Alexander, Damian, and Lorenzo. searching their faces for anything she recognized, something she could believe. “No,” she said quietly, her hand shaking as she held the knife. “That can’t be true. I would remember. I would know if I had brothers.” Alexander’s expression softened, but there was sadness in his eyes. “You were very little when it happened,” he said gently. “We were older. You might remember us as the boys who played with you in the garden, who built blanket forts, who read you bedtime stories.”

“Drop the attitude. I’m calling about the Steele Brothers.” “Who?” I asked. “Don’t play stupid with me. The Steele Brothers or biker brothers, you know with black hair, blue eyes, tall, muscular and has tattoos. They wear the navy-blue leather jackets.” “Navy blue? That’s a shit color for leather,” I said. “They were in the damn bar last night talking to you,” she said. “How do you know who the hell was talking to me in the bar last night?” I asked. “So, you do know them,” she said.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

Fourth Brother Diaz was not injured, but his face was pale, and he clearly could not take any more attacks. Big Brother panicked and yelled out, "Third Brother! Fourth Brother! Go! I'm your eldest brother. You have to listen to me, go…" Second Brother exclaimed, "That's right! If you two don't go, neither of us can live." 'Sh*t!' The shouting from the two elders finally took effect. Third Brother Diaz gritted his teeth, and unwillingness was on his face. Then he shouted at Fourth Brother Diaz, "Fourth Brother, listen to Big Brother. Let's go. If anything happens to Big Brother and Second Brother, we will take revenge for them if we need to sacrifice our lives."

Flies, crows and vultures feasted on the carcass. "An entire village massacred," Stygian emphasized. "Julian what did you do?" her voice trembled. "The son of Castle, so far, one of the most brutal creature in history. One of his blood moon's display." "My mother and little brother," she sobbed. "None survived," Stygian replied. "The two unequal specie brothers are only but each others keeper. Their mother made sure of that." "Now, let's go child," Stygian turned her back. "I have plans for you."

THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical. Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.

I was told it happened so quickly that our kind had very little time to prepare if any. They called themselves the brothers and they stood for humans against hybrids, at first they would go from village to village rounding up all the hybrids they could find, transporting them to what could only be described as modern day concentration camps, left to die of starvation. Hybrids had certain capabilities that humans did not possess which freaked them out even more, so when more people started dying the fear overwhelmed them to such an extent that they didn’t care about what was right or wrong anymore. They came into villages and started butchering any hybrid they could find, my kind were known t

Those men used to be the Blood Wolves enforcers, and they were nothing to be scoffed at! Still, Frank could see that Ted was doubting him, and for some reason, he remembered the two Hansen brothers. What was it that Larry said? Those two were the strongest martial artists of Zamri! Chuckling, he shook his head and asked Ted, "In that case, have you heard of the Hansen brothers?" "The Hansen brothers?" Ted was taken aback—he certainly had, as those two were famous! Pausing for a beat, he flashed a pained smile. "Actually, they are the Bleeders' boss and underboss respectively! The average martial artist can't even hope to match them!"

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

If she hasn’t heard the noise already, she’ll be in for a big surprise, and that’s probably not going to go any sort of distance for our cause. Uh, Granny made breakfast. Before you come down, I just wanted you to know that there’s going to be a table full of burly, somewhat scary-looking guys. Granny didn’t want you to be alarmed. You asked for proof, and they’re your proof.” I know I should stop there, but I can’t help myself. The thought that Sharon might lord her white picket fence I’m a smarty pants PA over my brothers makes my blood boil. While she stands there giving me death stares, I launch into a low grumbly, rock-chewing sort of monologue. “Those guys at the table are my brothers.