Brother Blood Titans Novels & Stories

“Ethan’s cruelty has no limits. Even now, he seeks to control you.” I pulled back slightly, my lips trembling. “Can it be broken?” He looked at me, his eyes blazing with determination. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and certain. “But it will not be easy. A blood oath is ancient magic, and to sever it, we must fight it with blood of our own.” A shiver ran through me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said, cupping my face in both hands, “that I will need to make my own vow, stronger than his. I will need to bind you to me—not as a possession, but as a protection. And to do that, blood must be spilled.”

“But you seem very determined to make me fight you.” He let out a sigh--- before he released his own alpha aura. A deadly and murderous beast that had been honed in the face of battle and death. The two powerful auras clashed like a storm, making even me sway on my feet a little. Hell, even Ryan seemed to be caught off guard at the wild, vicious monster that lurked in his brother’s veins... “You’re no king!” Ryan growled, quickly regaining his footing. “That throne should have been mine! And so will she!”

His once-powerful frame seemed diminished somehow, though his eyes retained their calculating coldness. "It's time," Giovanni said, offering his arm with no warmth or apology in his gaze. Isabella took it, her fingers barely touching the fabric of his sleeve. "Yes, Father. It's time." ******* The Chiesa di San Marco was filled to capacity with the most dangerous people in Italy. Old mafia families sat alongside corrupt politicians and international crime lords, all dressed impeccably, all watching with predatory interest as Isabella walked down the aisle on her father's arm.

Even though he had once filled such a large part of my world, forgetting him, I learned, was simply a matter of time. Sometimes, I'd catch news reports about the Blood Shadow Pack. There was an earthquake once, in the territory he governed. But my heart no longer clenched with worry. I watched as the Blood Shadow lands were slowly eaten away by rival packs, the once-mighty pack declining bit by bit. Nicholas, once proud and commanding, became hollow-eyed and broken. Even the werewolves in his pack began to despise him, calling him faithless, unworthy of the Alpha title. Allied packs terminated their contracts with him, willing even to pay heavy penalties just to sever ties.

"It didn't break me, Kael. It woke me up. I know what the Bloodbound truly is now. It's not a partnership. It's a key. And your family wants to use it to open the gates of destruction." ​Arion, who had been watching their exchange with an unreadable expression, finally spoke. "She's right, Kael. Our ancestors... they were never saints. But Father is much worse. He wants to wipe out the mortal realm entirely. Eris just confirmed what I’ve always suspected." ​Kael looked from his brother to Seraphina, his face a mixture of betrayal and desperate love. "You'd believe a twisted memory over me?" ​"I'd believe my own eyes," Seraphina countered, her voice growing stronger, colder. "You had centurie

"You heard me. You're his half brother, Congo. Not his brother." Congo exploded, turning his head halfway around to snarl at the backseat. "You ungrateful, paranoid little bitch! Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me about my own family? Look at where you are right now! You'd both be rotting in that trash heap if I hadn't come for you. I brought my three men, I risked our necks, I" "You mean Dante's men," I cut him off, my voice sharp and venomous. "They answer to him, Congo. Not you."

The tears roll down my face. "I promise she will be safe." I straighten and sit up, watching as he holds the gun against my forehead. "Perdonami, frati, la to morti la sarva." I close my eyes, ready for the shot, ready for death. My own fucking brother killing me. I accept it, though, if she comes home. ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~ Perdonami, frati, la to morti la sarva. = Forgive me, brother, your death will save her

She thought they could clear their debts. It pains her any time she remembers that her family almost paid off the debt. It was remaining just a little, and yet they were heartlessly murdered... "Luciana." Raziel's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. He had an idea what was going through her mind. "I told you my blood can heal." He then pulled her closer, and bit his wrist until it began to bleed. "Drink. I know it's not as pleasing to humans as it is to us, but it will help heal your scars."

“Brother?” “Hmm. What?” “Tsk, you’re daydreaming again, I said, tell me what you want, so I can find a way to get it tom---” “Blood!” I cut her off, and answered her immediately. “What?” “I want blood.” My face was calm, and serious while staring at her. “What’s with the blood, Brother? You are acting like a vampire, you’re joking, Brother?” And at the same time, she laughed. “I’m not kidding, Tonette, I want blood---and yes, I’m a vampire.” I calmly confess to her. I can see her being shocked. And nothing else came out from her mouth but--- “Brother,”

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."