Novel & Cerita Brother Blood Arrow

It was as if all of their sincerity and trust were fed to the dogs, and the painstaking efforts that they did for the prosperity of the Artemia Kingdom only helped the Royal Ark clan to grow more and more unbridled until it resulted in their Blood Wolves clan’s disappearance. Thinking back on that night, the joy that appeared from the unexpected news of his little sister faded. He sighed and renewed a small smile at the corner of his lips before looking back at the unknown man next to his little sister. He is still feeling weak due to the injuries in his body, but he straightened his back and reached out his right hand in front of Samel. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Arkon Blood, Asha Bl

I patted his shoulder “Thanks Fai! I won’t be here without you! Brian and Anna too, thanks!” “What had I said earlier, I’ll say it again,” Anna got up and hugged both of us, she then said “I’m proud of you! Both of you had passed a hard time and I never felt better when I saw both of you stand together, until the end. Blood is thicker than water!” She released us and smiled “Thanks to you, Ann!” Damian held her hand and I smiled. I put my hand on her hand too and added, “Yeah, I couldn’t agree more! Thanks Ann, thanks for always being with us.”

I gasped in shock as I stared at my stepbrother Robert who had five arrows stuck in his left leg and one embedded in his shoulder. "Robert..." I could not remember the last time I felt tears sitting in my eyes. Mt brother and I had never had a good relationship but seeing him in this state struck emotions in me that I thought were long buried. I rushed over to him and examined the arrows. Ideally, I was meant to pull them out but from the green pigmentation slowly forming around his wounds, I knew the arrows were poisoned. "You should hurry home brother," he choked. "I won't make it. The arrows are poisoned and if I pull it out, I'll be releasing the poison even more into my bloodstream."

Wrath said. “Wrath the hero,” I said with a grin. “I appreciate this. It helps to know I’ve got backup if I need it.” “Have you spilled blood before?” “Have you had sex before?” I kept looking at the man. Wrath laughed and shook his head. “He’s a Vittori, of course he’s fucking killed before. That’s like a coming of age thing in that family.” “Hudson sends his regards,” I said. All four men cupped their balls simultaneously and I barked out a laugh.

She could've sworn he was on the verge of snapping it with the way the color of his flesh turned ashen white. And judging by the wince the guy made, Mira was convinced that her brother had a brutal hold on to the guy's hand. "Move," Mason said stiffly with anger. The guy nodded quickly and didn't need to be told twice as he basically ran away from Ava. Ava's eyebrows knot. Why was Mason so angry? Mason's angry stare weighed heavily on Ava’s and then he sneered lowly. "Stop shaking your ass on some random drunk guy. You're lucky I was here or he'd probably drag your ass upstairs and have his way with you."

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.

he said flatly, not even sparing her a glance. Ashina stopped abruptly, jerking her arm free from his grip. “Do you think I don’t know that?” she snapped, her voice sharp with pain. Her amber eyes burned with unshed tears as she glared at him. “Do you think I’m not already dying inside knowing that my brother—my own blood—did this? To Dorian? To all of us?”

I held him, frowning in confusion, not understanding what was going on, until he collapsed to his knees, revealing a trembling Margot with bloody hands standing behind him. A knife was plunged deep into his back, and I felt all the strength drain from my body as I followed him to the ground. I panicked and pulled out the knife while cradling him. I tried to press on the wound with blood gushing out, yelling at Margot to call an ambulance, but she never did. She just stood there, rooted in one spot and trembling. My brother died in my arms, and I was never the same afterward. We did not get along, but he was still my brother. I would never have killed him.

“But I remembered you. Not your name. Just your face. In dreams. A boy with my hands and my voice, standing at a fire that wouldn’t go out.” Rowan moved forward, as though pulled by a thread that had waited years to tighten. “I sang a lullaby last week. Thought I was making it up.” Riven’s eyes glistened. “You weren’t.” And then, without planning it, they embraced. A circle of villagers had gathered quietly, unbidden. Some whispered names. Some wept without knowing why. One elder stepped forward, laying a ribbon on the ground between the brothers. It was embroidered with a symbol long out of use in Embervale—a double tree, roots intertwined.