Brother Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

Firing arrows towards our direction and I got hit on the shoulder. I groaned in pain before seeing that my brother got hit on his back but still managed to run. We're doomed if we get caught. "Catch the Princes!" Ah, this is trouble. "Woah!" I shouted as I dodged an arrow. I looked around as I caught my breath as I'm starting to feel weak from lack of nourishment. I'm starting to feel like a vampire who hasn't drunk blood for a few days, my goodness.

Arlo hates the sight of his brother’s arrogant presence. His superior demeanor. His calm affect. Everything that makes him who he is. His brother acts as if he is better than everyone. As if he is better than him, just because he is born with the so called pure blood. But he is not. Because the same tainted blood of their father runs through both of them. Arlo keen eyes searches for a sign to tell show him how much his comment got under his brother’s skin, but he gets nothing for his effort.

With a sharp, searing pain, an arrow lodged itself in his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, the man stared at me in disbelief. He had observed my quiver's emptiness, so the sudden appearance of the arrow perplexed him—where had it come from? I yanked the arrow out of the man's throat and shook off the remaining blood. In the night's darkness, the arrow emitted a soft, ethereal blue glow—a manifestation known to the locals as the aura arrow.

A ruby flashed on his finger, and with preternatural speed, he leapt out of the way just in time for the arrow to just barely graze him. The blade, instead, slammed into my brother’s heart.

Not only that, every bow and arrow that Master Hugh has in his facility was designed or at least modified by the Darthar brothers. They seemed to be on good terms with each other. However, interestingly enough, even master Hugh didn't know that Rolin had a brother until Creed told him what exactly happened there. Regardless, now Creed had a fragile hope to latch on too. If the Darthar Brothers could successfully build a custom arrow as promised, he would be able to continue archery.

Lyra POV An arrow passed through my brother's throat as he was reciting the blood oath. For one impossible moment, time stopped. Callum stood at the altar, the ceremonial crown of silver and moonstone hovering inches above his head, his mouth filled and overflowing with blood. The blood bloomed across his white ceremonial robes like crimson flowers, and he crumpled to the ground. The Great Hall erupted into chaos.

So where were they hiding, or where did they come from? He looked at the blood that came out of her neck with great oppression, to hear a strong shock sound. He looked at his brother, who pushed his Mate to fall to the ground and immediately fainted. "I'm sorry, but I can't fight them while you are like this," he whispered to her, moving forward to his brother, who was keeping the arrow away from his Mate 's neck, then stood and turned to them. Arrows will not give a strong effect on him, these toxins only affect humans

I had spent two weeks sitting in his apartment without for once connecting him to the Vales because he existed only in a separate world. It all made sense at once. Why every word from him was measured. Why he noticed tiny betrayals but hated apologies. Aaron carried himself as someone who had lived his whole life attempting to prove to someone that he belonged somewhere. The coldness. The seriousness and the house that looked like no one lived in it. I picked up my phone and typed. My boss is Dorian’s brother, and sent it to Shawna. She replied immediately. “What. How? You need to quit the job right now.”

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

“Someone, huh? Is this… a friend? Family?” I forced a small laugh, shrugging. “Let’s just say… It's complicated. But it’s about my step-brother.” Zara’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Ohh the step-brother, huh? That’s juicy! I mean, family stuff can get tricky. You need details, like what?”