Brother Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

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?”

Blood drops stain the rug, creating macabre patterns that echo the horrors that have befallen his brother. A wave of panic grips Ryder's chest, his mind racing as he tries to comprehend what he's witnessing. The thumb, though detached from its owner, is unmistakably familiar—the curvature, the size—belonging to his brother, Asher. The scent of blood fills the room, mingled with the delicate, unique aroma that carries the essence of his own flesh and blood. Ryder's hand trembles as he musters the courage to reach down and pick up the severed thumb. he lifts it, rivulets of blood continue to drip from the raw stump, cascading onto his palm. The warmth of his brother's life essence on his skin

Roar! The demonic shadow let out an earth-shattering roar in boundless pain. A normal person would’ve been long dead after receiving such a severe injury. Moreover, the arrow that Dorothy had shot was definitely not an ordinary arrow. The burning flame on it was the universally well-known flame of Nirvana. However, the members of the Blood Cult were bizarre and mysterious, their body composition differing from the average person.

Uncle Aram moved fast and brought one of clan elders on his knees out of the crowd. “What did you do?!” he growled at him. “What everyone thought about but wouldn’t act on!” the man spat at him. “He is worse than his father. Their gene needs to dry out. We need a new Alpha, not a weak, degenerated copy of Andre!” Arthur’s knees gave way, and Damien lowered him to the ground slowly. Ada ran to him, coming to her senses. Everything was happening too fast. Too much. Her brother’s beautiful face was pale. Their family always made beautiful children, didn’t they? His lips were parted and he was heaving, blood showing on his teeth. Silver in his lungs… He wouldn’t survive it. Damien had already pu

One of my favourite, Arrow spots me, his ever present frown still firmly in place. “Took your time” Arrow grumbles at me. My brother really is becoming our father. “Had to shower” I say with a smirk that has my twin growling at me; point to Aries, I think. An hour and a half later, lying on the mat breathing hard as my brother stands over me looking still pissed off. ‘Stop, winding him up’ Comes the huffy voice of Axel my wolf.

I could hear Colby screaming in pain and anger at his men "KILL THEM DAMNIT, KILL THEM ALL!" The castle continued to shake violently and suddenly became engulfed in large vines that contained deadly splinters and thorns oozing poison. "Run and don't look back!" I shouted at my men while I sprinted as fast as possible with the woman I loved in my arms, then a whistle approached me and i didn't have time to evade the arrow before it stuck itself into my right shoulder. I yelped at the sharp pain now invading my shoulder and I saw my brother fall back and sprint to my aid, I threw Anna onto his large black and white wolf's back and then myself. Mordrid then mind linked me "Draven, are you okay?

The pale brown almost birthmark looking tattoos along his arms, shoulders, back and chest blaze with divine light and a long bow appears in his massive hand, a full quiver on his back. “Careful of the weres and the humans!” I warn, as he nocks a wicked looking arrow and let’s fly into the back of a knife-wielding vampire with one of the Candlewood wolves pinned against a tree. Twitching as if a current of electricity was running through him, the vamp staggers back, but before the loosed were can tear into him, the arrow bursts into a white-hot flare, burning the bloodsucker from the inside out. My father glances at me, arching a brow.

Just as the dagger was about to descend, a silver arrow shot through the air. Its tip struck the blade with perfect accuracy, and the force knocked the dagger from my hand. The arrowhead grazed the back of my hand. The burning sting of silver instantly broke my skin, and blood dripped onto the stones below. "Stop!" A familiar voice thundered, laced with the authority of the future Alpha. It was my brother, Adrian. He strode forward, the silver bow in his hand still trembling, its arrowhead stained with my blood. "Brother, what do you think you're doing?"

***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide. Bronx’s POV Arrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.

“That sounds like—” Trenton backed away slowly, his eyes locked on the markings, his face pale. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer, he just stood there, breathing hard. The scroll flared again, and the final line wrote itself before our eyes: ‘One brother’s blood is not what it seems.’ The air shifted, my breathing became fast. Too easy for the ordinary wolf. Darcy turned toward Trenton, startled. “T…?” But Trenton was already moving.