Blood Brother Dc Novels & Stories

I rested my head on his shoulder as we watched everyone talking and making plans for Dawn and Lucia's pups. It had been a tough, risky ride, and I couldn't say we were unscathed, but we lost and we gained. And being together like that in happiness and fulfillment that had no rival. I won, we won. Destiny is fulfilled! Good News💃💃💃💃💃. My Brother My Mate book 2 is out. it is titled "My Wolf My Reign". Please check it out🥰😘🥰

“But seriously, your brother couldn’t be the greatest guy in your life.” “You don’t know the things my brother did for me,” I said in a serious tone. I touched the scar on my right forearm. It reminded me of the time I ran away once, desperate to catch my parents’ attention. I hid in an old shed a mile away from home. Nobody came. Not even for hours. Only my brother, who knew exactly what I was thinking. He convinced me to come home. On our way out, a metal bar fell from the ceiling, slicing my arm and the skin on his back. We were both rushed to the emergency room and got stitches afterward. My parents never left his room. I had nannies looking out for me in mine.

He turned and he saw Daren weeping heavily with his father and Melisa consoling him. “Daren,” he called and he raised his eyes to look at him. “I’m sorry,” he muttered and Daren rushed towards him immediately. The men tried to separate them but Charles pleaded for them to stop. Everyone watched as the two brothers were locked in a warm embrace. “You are my brother, Dotun. Blood is blood, no matter what,” he said as he looked into his eyes sincerely. “I failed as your blood, Daren. I failed completely. See your blood behind you,” he said with a smile with his eyes on Evan who was standing behind Daren.

"I'm afraid not." "I can." The voice of a man made me turn my head in the direction it came from. I had never seen him around here. The man approached and moved me away from Damian. Liam took my arms and pulled me close to him. The stranger bit his right hand and then made my brother drink his blood. What? Why is he doing that? My brother gradually calmed down, but the most impressive thing was that his wound stopped bleeding and started to heal until his neck was intact.

"Brother!" He called in shock of his brother laying lifeless on the ground. Rage fused in and his blood boiled with anger,his instincts acted before his brain and at once,he launched to attack Dorian but before he could get even close, Dorian's beta Azrael already had his hand wrapped around his neck. They were both betas to their Alpha but in strength,it was obvious who was stronger as Azrael lifted him effortlessly off his feet while his hand choked the man who was blinded by his rage after seeing his brother's dead body.

“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!

I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

I cried in pain, I tried to scream but it was no use, my bedroom has a soundproof wall and no one will hear from inside. After half an hour I continued to cry, but then I felt a pain in my stomach. It was like 10 minutes later, I saw blood flowing between my tights. Time passed by and Damian hasn’t returned yet. It was like around 20 minutes later, I heard someone walk into my bedroom. I heard a click sound from the door and saw Damian bring a tray with some dishes. He smiled widely when he saw my condition, sitting on the floor and full of blood. I felt weak and there was too much blood on the floor. “How does it feel?” He looked happy seeing my miserable condition

He was about to say something but his eyes suddenly glazed, his brows knitted together in a frown and I knew at once that someone's mind-linking him -I waited until he's done. "Who mind-linked you?" I asked him. He sighed. "Ara, she said we should take Drake away now or it's gonna be too late" "Yeah, I was about asking you to help me" I added. Dante took a few steps back from me, he raised his hands up and squeezed his lips in disgust. "I can't touch that bloody man, I hate blood -it's gonna dirty my shirt" he said. "Ugh" I groaned. I forgot to tell you guys, my brother's a neat freak and he hates blood the most -that's why he doesn't get involved in fights.

Brooks and Ryder are taken aback by the man before them. He is so tattered, battered, full of blood, and disheveled that at first, they can't recognize him but as Ryder senses the familiar aura emanating from the man his eyes constrict, and his jaw slacks. "Jordan!" He shrieks, unable to contain himself, and dashes toward the man who he can't tell if he is still alive or dead. "Jordan, my brother," he calls tapping him on the cheeks his eyes already getting teary at the sight before him but yet doesn't get a reply.