Brother Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

I stood at the entrance, watching him. "Arrow," I called gently. He stopped and turned slowly, his face tight with pain and rage. "You fucking failed," I said. His jaw tightened and looked away. "I lost Night and Poison," he said, voice low and rough. "They're gone." My heart ached too. Night and Poison were my brothers too even though none of use were related by blood, just like arrow. "It was supposed to be Athena," I said quietly. "She was the target." Arrow picked up a chair and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and broke into pieces. He put both hands on the table in front of him, head down.

Alpha Roger looked enraged after looking down at something. He started explaining in a tight voice, " Seven years....My dearest brother was killed by a werewolf hunter. He was a teen. I loved him dearly until one night I had his body in my arms cold and bloodless. The passerby told us that he argued with that hunter because my brother was staring at his daughter. For years, I have fucking searched for that dude but he is possibly dead. But I got his daughter's picture who lives in the city. I need her..to kill. Only then will my soul be at peace."

He rides half a pace behind me, a deliberate breach of protocol that I allow for the comfort it brings. The deeper we ride, the thicker the air grows. Smoke from last week’s parade still clings to the eaves, mingling with the hot-animal stink of bodies packed close for the spectacle. The banners here are less dignified: some hand-painted, many patched from the rags of old campaign standards. I recognize one—a sunburst sigil defaced with a red X. The mark of the Wound, painted by those who lost family to the border. I wonder if they would spit at my boots if not for the ring of royal guard at my back.

He played nice opening the car door for me to enter before turning around to enter through the other side. He stretched his hand to the backseat and landed a huge sum of money on my laps. I beamed with surprise. “What for?” I raised my brows on a high level. “This is a compensation for the email you sent to me,” he snarled . “ You’re paying me for sabotaging your brother. He’s your brother for Christ sake,” I snapped furiously. “ Half-brother. Besides, I don’t care,” he hissed, “the only thing important to me is that I’m the rightful owner of the inheritance . Period.”

My fingers tightened slowly as I asked, “I just need a box of cold medicine, the kind that reduces fever.” The nurse looked at me but didn’t move. Instead, she asked, “Basic paracetamol is one dollar. Cash or card?” One dollar? I couldn’t even come up with one dollar. All I had left on me was the 41 cents Cole hadn’t spent. The nurse waited quietly for a few seconds, her eyes sweeping over my miserable state. It seemed like she understood something. She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.”

A third brother. The one they never mentioned. The one who waited in the shadows. The real gardener.

High Alpha Lords have shed blood and claimed Lunas on these stone floors for generations. I have always loved a proper Blood Moon Celebration. In our elite pack circles, these gatherings are violent, wild, and drowned in liquor. Usually, I show up as a guest or a Beta’s right hand, perfectly placed to hunt pretty females and enjoy the chaos. If today had gone the way my father planned, I would be standing at the front right now, supporting my brother and trying to guess if his misery was manageable while cracking crude jokes to keep his wolf from snapping. Rham should be standing here next to me.

"Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown. "Just after I was born, my father decided to host a celebration to welcome his heir into the world. At the time, war raged across Asra--I'm sure you're aware that this war was the result of my father's tyrannical rule and was in its twelfth year at the time." He passed her an amber liquid in a crystal cut glass and sat opposite her with a sigh.

I justified myself. Arrow sighed, “Brother you are ruining yourself. Listen to someone whose also gone through tragedy in his life. I have lost people too. My father was murdered I believe the same time your mother was by the same man. Your father. But I still called him uncle. I still had this smile in my face. I still didn't hold any anger in my heart sure yeah grief but never anger. Ask me why.” I look at him. I exhaled. “Why?”