Blood Brother Anime Novels & Stories

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

Even though I very much disliked the guy, we didn't get along, but he was still my brother. Yes, he had tormented me, but when we were younger, I had also treated him badly. Kim said at me, her voice bordering on a sneer, "We have to go. Leave him. I turned to face my brother, who was covered in blood from the wound I had just given him. He was going to lose a lot of blood and be in trouble if he didn't shift quickly to heal himself. I said, pointing at the hiding place, "The vehicle is right ahead. "Get in, it's unlocked."

“Somewhere away from all of this. Just us.” I glanced down at her. “Really?” “I’m definitely very serious.” A faint smile touched my mouth. “That reminds me,” I said quietly. “I have a blood brother. Bound to me by blood oath. He will be visiting soon.” Katherine’s steps slowed. “A what?” “A blood brother.” The memory of ancient pacts and shared battles surfaced easily. “We swore an oath centuries ago.” She looked genuinely surprised. “You have friends?” I frowned. “Brother, love. Those are very different from friends. His name is Lord Mammon. He is a great man.”

There were countless mangled corpses and thick, congealing blood everywhere. Sara cowered in the corner while she trembled uncontrollably. Ethan walked toward her slowly. Each step left behind bloody pawprints like crimson blossoms on the floor. Bones cracked and reshaped. Ethan reverted to human form. Shirtless and with blood all over him, he still had the silver scimitar poking out from his shoulder. He stopped in front of Sara and looked emotionlessly at her. "N-No, Ethan! It's me, Sara! I'm your favorite little sister!" Sara cried out while hugging his leg.

Evan's expression remained unreadable. "What about him?" He asked and the man replied. "He was attacked three nights ago.... He sustained a gunshot wound." Evan slowly set the whiskey glass down. "And?" "He survived... The doctors say he'll recover." Evan chuckled. A low... Almost amused sound. "Lucky him." The man remained silent because he knew that tone, it never meant anything good. Evan walked toward the large window. "So..." "My dear brother is finally bleeding." His reflection smiled. "Who did it?"

“Nobody will believe your wolf pined for me.” “On the contrary, little Luna,” Clay said, his massive hand resting on his thick vest. “A male wolf who cannot have his true mate runs wild to kill the pain.” “You certainly killed a lot of pain,” I grumbled, but his heavy voice made my pulse race. Now, my trusted Beta, Roderick Ashfang, steps into the room. He is wearing powder-blue silk, his sharp face painted lightly like a dandy warrior. “To say it is hot is an understatement, darling,” Roderick says, fixing his collar in my mirror. “The two royal brothers fought over your honor, and the big, fat fuckboy won.”

“He was my bestfriend.” “No,” she spat, stepping closer to me. Her henchmen grew even more violent, hissing like snakes as they surrounded me. “You were the one who dragged him away from his nest…from his fucking family. You influenced him and put ideas of living like a fucking wolf into his head. You took my little brother from me.” her voice cracked on the last word and her lip curled back over her fang. “And now he’s dead.” My ears rang and everything else zoomed out of concentration.

“I’ll avenge June! I’ll slaughter every last zombie! “Right now, the most important thing is to get me out of here, Eira.” Castiel’s words made me laugh bitterly. “You killed June. Her death was your fault, not anyone else’s. What makes you think I would help you?!” Castiel roared in rage, “Eira, she was just an outsider! I’m your real brother!” ‘An outsider?’ I thought. All these years, June had looked after me and cared for me. When the zombies attacked, she shielded me behind her. Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress!

-=Ang's Point of View=- I rushed out of the house with my heart hammering from the adrenaline I felt since, for the first time, I was free to love Miranda without guilt, which may haunt me because Miranda is my brother's wife, only to find out that their wedding wasn't real. To be honest, what I discovered about Anthony continues to surprise me. I assumed I knew my brother well, but I was mistaken. Despite the fact that I now know he's gay, my feelings for him remain unchanged. I hope our mom and his dad will also accept him. He kept his actual self buried for so long, and I understand how difficult it must have been for him. But if they don't accept him, I'll figure out how to get them to a

Blood was slowly spreading across the white shirt he wore like a rose in bloom, except it was my brother's blood painting that canvas. He spat out blood again and my cries grew louder. "I'm so sorry", I muttered like a mantra, hoping that in his near death state, he would hear me. I glimpsed at the knife in my hand and I discovered it to be silver. There wasn't much that killed our kind, but silver definitely did the trick. And with my own hands, I had ended my brother's life. The only thing I could see were my hands soaked in blood. I took deep breaths, finding my heart closing in on itself.