Brother Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

Run," he abruptly pushes her hard which made her to tumble backwards and fall on the ground. Getting up from the ground she looks straight ignoring the scratches on her skin,her eyes widens in horror to see her brother laying on the ground on his stomach ,an arrow stabbed on his back bone,his eyes in the direction of the horses galloping away. Her eyes wells up with tears while she looks at him in astonishment. "Wan ke,"her voice comes out in mere whisper, getting up she walks towards him with her swollen foot which has knocked hard on a rock. She drags her feet and makes her way to him, falling on her knees she holds the arrow with her trembling hands.

I sigh and take another drink before I talk again, “My abuelo's older brother was his Alpha. So technically, yeah, I could have Alpha blood, but I never got no blood tests to confirm it. I don’t need to. I’m the youngest of five brothers. There ain’t no situation where I would have to take a Beta’s place let alone an Alpha's. I’m too far down the chain. There ain’t no way any of that is part of my DNA. My oldest brother Luis, probably, but definitely not me.” “Marco, you’re joking, right? Look how big you are compared to your brothers. Shit, you're almost as tall as Bronx and practically as strong as him. There’s no way you don’t have Beta blood. I would put money on you having Alpha blood,”

this was not how I planned on confessing my love but since I had no good plans at all, I guessed doing it wouldn't hurt much. "Charles, what are you...", "You heard me I love you and I have loved you for a very long time now. I cant keep pretending". "Charles you are my brother", "no I'm not". "But you are like a brother to me", "yes 'like' but I'm not related to you by blood or even adoption, i'm just like a brother and I want that to change". With that Crimson let out a loud gasp and pushed me towards the door and I released my weight to make it easier, then she shot it hard. Yes that leads to me knocking for about thirty minutes now.

Five months to find out who was behind the killings and disappearance or he would strip the Bloodsworth clan of their title as the Baron. I needed a fucking break. I needed a distraction. I needed her. Saratan. My eyes fluttered close as her scent filled my nostrils, haunting me, taunting me. The sweet blood that flowed through her veins, the spicy fear that tinged on her skin, the musky arousal dripping from her core. I could still feel her in my arms, her warm breath fanning my face as she casted those bewitching eyes on my cock. Damn, my hard-on strained against my slacks.

There was no way Archer was here, this was impossible. "Save your energy, let me handle that bastard!" Archer? Xander widened his eyes in surprise when he saw his favourite brother on the same battlefield as him. In his right hand Archer was twisting the head of the Beta leader who had shot him earlier. "Hey stupid alpha! Look at this weak leader of your army, if you don't let my brother go then I will-" Archer had not finished his sentence when someone from behind swung a sword at his neck. The binding blade stopped right in front of his carotid artery.

Alpha Tim asked, pulling me away from my phone. “Yes. I had someone I thought might help.” My words were distracted. “But he wanted to wait for his true mate and he didn’t want me to resent him later.” The alphas all nodded their heads. I slid my phone back into my pocket and tucked that information away. I told them about Nina and Nadine. About Vince. Brandon. And finally, I got to the end. “They call themselves the Brotherhood of Blood.” Thoth stiffened beside me. But my dad furrowed his brow. “Who does?”

Gus informs the already panicked council members. Something penetrates the air from the left side, whooshing until it connects with Logan’s shoulder. An arrow. “Fuck.” My brother cries out, wincing in pain. Everyone steps away from him immediately. “We are under attack. Find coverage right now.” Logan winces when he pulls the arrow out of the shoulder, blood sipping down his shirt. “Oh fuck. There’s some wolfsbane splattered on the arrow blade.” Everyone gasps. Where did that arrow even come from?

“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.