Brother Blood Titans Novels & Stories

Talli asked as she sat back. “We would die for one another,” Barshan explained. “We are brothers, blood brothers by our own oath. We all met when we were teenagers living on the streets. We were barely surviving alone but once we all came together, we more than survived. We thrived and grew stronger. Then working for the Bratva and for the first time we became a family. None of us are willing to break those vows, they are stronger than any metal and they bind us just as fiercely.”

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

Chapter 19 The rest of the day Talon and I got acquainted with his pack. I found out the name of the pack is the Blood Bound pack. His full name is Talon Maximus Costas, and he has an older brother that he is estranged from. His whole demeanor changed when I asked about his brother. All I could get from him is his name is Tobias. Their parents passed away when they were boys. Sad. I met the elders who bowed to me, making me feel so uncomfortable.

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions She takes a deep breath and lets out slowly, like she’s trying to choose her words carefully. “He usually doesn’t have to use a lot of force to overthrow whoever is the biggest problem. He keeps the ranked members in place to help lead the pack when he can. Sometimes the corruption goes pretty deep though and the clean out can be a long and bloody process. So he has several Betas, Gammas and Deltas who answer to Josh, Danny and Bennet here like a huge team checking in. We’ve had several new packs join ours this year so this is a welcome party for them. My brother brings them in and puts them to work immediately with very little

“Yes, we know you did not want it. We did not want it for you nor for your sister, but you know the situation we found ourselves in. You are of Beta blood, and your Uncle is very convincing.” “No, Dad, he is controlling. I cannot be controlled by him. Forced to marry into something that could bring me to my knees. Destroy me piece by piece. Make me miserable. All to please him and the pack. I need to get out.” I whispered, my mind, or potentially my wolf rushing flashbacks of that dream through my mind.

She's been secretly investigating, gathering evidence. But now she's not here to witness the victory. “Mom, are you watching…” He drags in a breath, swallowing. “This is the blood of Liam and the blood of Harinth. We ran tests and it is confirmed they are father and son.” “You took his blood without notice!” Cathylene counters. “Focus on the matter at hand and stop trying to deviate!” shouts one of the elders. “Silence!” Elder Brooke barks. “After all that's been said, we must elect an Alpha to decide how to move further.”

CHAPTER 45 — THE BROTHER BORN OF BLOOD The world narrowed to the sound of crackling fire and the slow, deliberate footsteps behind Riven. His brother— The man had grieved. The man whose grave he had stood over. The man he had sworn never to become. Was standing alive in the burning warehouse, weapon lowered but confidence sharp enough to cut through bone. “Easy,” the man drawled. “Wouldn’t want to spill your little boyfriend’s blood more than necessary.”

Blood had been spilled to get here—too much of it—and every drop had a price. Damian leaned against the marble pillar behind her, his presence both protective and dangerous. His shirt still bore faint smears of blood, not his own. The battles of the past weeks had hardened him; the wolf in him was closer to the surface than ever, his eyes catching the light like molten gold. “This isn’t over,” Councilman Rocco rasped, his fingers drumming nervously on the table. “There are debts unpaid. Blood debts. Families who will demand retribution for the Lion’s fall.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words never came. Instead, a thick stream of pitch-black blood poured from his lips. Taylon's icy blue eyes rolled entirely back into his head, and he collapsed face-first onto the freezing road. "Taylon!" I screamed, tearing myself away from Ronan and sprinting towards him. When I dropped to my knees beside my brother, the blood froze in my veins. There were no bite marks on him, but a terrifying web of pitch-black veins was rapidly spreading down his neck and across his chest, originating right from his throat.

Alpha Titus stood at the entrance, a bouquet of moonflowers clutched in his hand, dewdrops still clinging to the petals. Those amber irises swept past the crowded hall and landed directly on me, not sparing Damian a single glance, as if his younger brother didn't exist. Alpha Titus, gone for three years, had just appeared without warning. Everyone had heard the rumors—brutal, cold-blooded, a wolf to be feared. But the man standing in the firelight tonight looked almost... gentle.