Black Brothers Novels & Stories

I ask and they nod. “We go a way back. We are business partners.” I frown at that. I look a lot like mom. Surely they could tell the remembrance. “How long ago have you met them?” “The old man was every year. We have not met the rest of them in years.” They are fuming when I tell them what Jesse and Stela told me. “The old bastard knew who you were. I bet he wanted you to have a child with his ass of a grandson before telling us that he found you,” Kanye, my older brother says angrily, but I still don’t get what was in it for the old man.

Hidden Brother. My stomach flipped when my eyes landed on him. Familiar. Too familiar. Coiled stillness. Cold edge. Gaze flicked to me and away fast. Alpha Ronan spoke. “My sons. Elias, Declan, Finn, and Christopher.” Elias nodded stiffly. “Welcome.” Declan grinned. “Heard you’re trouble. My kind of girl.” Wink. Finn laughed. “Ignore him. He flirts with lampposts.” Christopher stayed silent. Stared. Looked away.

Damien called out to the rest of the hunters and trackers. They'd touched down on a private airbase run by the Russian military. After the end of the Cold War, the Brotherhood had created secret agreements with local military bases in every major country to have safe passage in and out of any region. The local military assumed that they were some kind of special forces, though the use of an American transport no doubt raised some eyebrows. The Brotherhood's true identity was only shared with top government officials, and sometimes not even then, depending on the country's stability. The last thing anyone wanted was for word of the supernatural to reach the general population.

Brittany questioned in response and I chuckled internally. That could only mean she has just as much distate in that name choice as I do. "No matter how you fit it in.... It doesn't make any sense either ways" Brandon explained in response and I found myself actually trying to form a word with their initials but gave up as quickly as I started when I realized Brandon is probably right. "Oh? Cool. Soo..... When are y'all gonna hit us with the groove??" Brittany questioned next. "It's my Dad's club so we saved the best for last" Mason replied with a proud expression seated solid on his face as he let his fingers brush through his hair.

My breath hitched. "And a brother," he added, tilting his head, "who’s had his cock sucked by you." My entire face burned. This bastard knew exactly how to push my buttons. "I’m sure all of that makes me a perfect brother, don’t you think, Hailey?" he mocked, flashing a wicked smile. "I might just be the best brother in the world." That was it. I snapped.

Elena thanked the guy who came to accompany her and helped her with her accommodation for when she decides to stay in school but she did say she would be coming from home since its not that far for her but he also had about three guys following him as he helped her " it's nothing really, you are family and I already promised your Dad that I would watch over you so it's no big deal" " if you ever have any problems on campus just look for me and my gang we would gladly help you trash anyone who mess with you".. Brandon said as he introduce his small gang to Elena In which she shook there hands and exchange a few words with them, she parted ways with him and made her way for her first lecture,

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

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.

My long strands of hair hung over my eyes, I peeped through them up at Groban but one of the other Brothers yelled at me before kicking me hard against my ribs, forcing me to fall down again as I yelped. “Keep your head down little feral bitch, you don’t get to look up at us!” He shouted, turning his attention toward Groban he scoffed, “Are you sure about this baby brother? They’re feral, like vermin,” Groban smirked, “Yet you have about six of your own Dax,” Laughing the brother shook his head, “Yes but I know how to handle these things, give her to me I’ll break her in for you,” the brothers found pleasure in plummeting villages and taking human woman for themselves, treating them worse th

I asked. "In the year 1800, war broke out between the two notorious gangs in New York—the Blood Brothers, and the Blood Kings. This gruesome war lasted for one year. Lord Van Himmer was the leader of the Blood Brothers mafia and led the crew to victory against the Blood Kings." Wendall stopped reading and looked up at me. His eyes widened with shock. "Continue," I motioned.