Brother Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

AURORA I could tell Darien was getting angry, but he didn’t have to. The seer was right; I did miss my brother. He may have been horrible towards me in the past, but I still missed him. Just seeing his face and knowing he is alright will do for me. “He is right Darien, I do miss my brother, blood is thicker than water, at least to me.”

Chief Anaragwan's body lay on a pedestal, among the huts and trees, surrounded by the priests and tribesmen of Blood Bird. Anarungu gripped his spear tightly, holding back his anger as the priests prepared to burn the body. "Hush, my nestling." His mother touched his shoulder, feeling the anger that came over him. "I am calm, Mother." Anarungu didn't want to look at her. He glanced to the other end of the crowd, where, with his head proudly raised, stood the curse of the Blood Bird tribe. It was Chief Anaragwan's brother - Naragasa, Anarungu's uncle.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

I hated that he noticed. He chuckled low. “Good. ’Cause there’s blood coming, brother. You either pick up your cut or get cut out.” I turned to him then, eyes cold. “You ever think maybe blood isn’t the answer?” He leaned in close, voice a whisper meant to sting. “This is the club, Ash. Blood’s always the answer here.” Before I could reply, Griff’s office door slammed open and he stepped out with fire in his eyes and a paper clutched in his hand.

Something in the forest seemed to react to it, the shadows shifting, the wind whispering through the trees. Kael’s jaw tightened. “This is… against every law,” he muttered. “It cannot happen. It shouldn’t happen.” Rowan’s gaze remained on Aria, unwavering, calculating. “Yet it has,” he said quietly. “There’s no denying it. The bond is here.” Dante’s lips curved into a wicked smile, though his eyes burned with something deeper. “Looks like someone’s in trouble,” he murmured, circling her again, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the tension.

“You’re insane. You can’t control me and you can’t fucking control them.” He leaned in, his breath hot on my cheek. “I already do. And from now on, you stay away from your brothers. If you don’t, they’ll slash you open and take your blood. You know how rare you are, Raven. You know what your blood can do to them.” I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “You’re lying. My brothers won't let them, They’d never hurt me.” He smiled, cruel and sweet. “Not them sweetheart, My girls. They’ll do whatever I say. And if you don’t listen, you’ll find out just how far they’ll go.”

“Yes. That’s normal. We have now shared blood, and that has strengthened our connection even more. We are bound, Araya, truly in every sense, mentally, physically, emotionally. Your needs and wants are mine. Your joy and pain. You will feel the same for me as well. It was something I would have liked to talk to you about before and given you the choice, but sadly our situation left me no option. I could not allow you to be in a weakened state with what we are up against.” Was he seriously apologizing for giving me his blood which in turn healed me and had me feeling amazing and better than ever? “Please. If I had known this is what taking your blood was going to be like, I would have drank i

Charlotte's mouth dropped at the mention of her brothers. "Oh yes. I know who you are," Drakor replied. "I found great joy in turning the Brotherhood against the Barinovs. If they aren't already killing each other, they soon will be. Your death will be made to appear like the other side was responsible. Blood calls out for blood, and when it is over, I will finish off whoever is still alive. But your drug intrigues me, so we will chat a little longer." Shit Charlotte's heart skipped a few heartbeats, the rush of terror hitting her anew.

my brother asked the men that were with me present "Nothing she was fine a minute ago" said adrian, his tone shaking from fear, then another scream came out of from the pain, but this scream was something else, my powers came on display, a huge bright aura came, pushing away the three men standing next to me, by the time my headache stopped, i was bleeding from my eyes and nose, the taste of the metallic liquid in my mouth, i looked at my brother who was what seemed twenty feet away from me, atlas and adrian behind my back "are you oka-" I attempted to asked, before my knees buckled on me and I felt to the ground, losing the reminants of light from my eyes, and drifting to a slomber.

My life, cataloged like a dossier. My throat went dry. I shuffled through the pile with trembling fingers. More photos. My mother at the market, my father shaking hands with a man I didn’t recognize. My younger brother on his motorcycle before he was sent to America. Each moment captured from a distance, as if someone had been watching us. And then—the house. My family’s estate. Pictures of my father shaking hands with men I didn’t recognize. Men with hard eyes and cruel smiles. Some pages were crossed out, black bars slashing across lines of text, but one word appeared again and again.