Brotherhood Of Blood Ds2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Dear Isolde, you are cordially invited to attend the negotiations between the Eternal Blood Group and the Crimson Moon Clan." The card was handwritten. I recognized my brother's script. "You're negotiating with the Crimson Moon Clan?" I asked, my eyes wide. "How did they agree to that?" "They have no choice," my brother said, a predator's smile on his lips. "Their blood sources are nearly depleted. They negotiate with us, or they wither into dust." I remembered my brother telling Draven's mother that he would make her family pay, but I didn't expect him to do it in just six months.

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."

Third Person Point of View Gerald and Gary thought they'd misheard. Murder? Before they could react, Zachary punched them. "You monsters! I'll kill you today!" Fueled by rage, he slammed Gerald to the floor, raining blows with unrestrained fury. Gary rushed forward to intervene, but Zachary's kick sent him crashing into the corner. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Eventually, the police stepped in and dragged Zachary away. Only then did the brothers exhale in relief.

The pain kept clawing at my insides, but the agony wasn't entirely overwhelming because I could feel Levi through the mate bond. That was when I looked at him and realized he was on the ground beside me, suffering the same fate as me. His breathing was uneven, and his face had gone pale. With obvious effort, he lifted his head and glared at Drahzar. "What did you do?" Drahzar let out a low, mocking laugh, thoroughly enjoying our pain. "I'll gladly explain.” He slowly turned his cold, calculating gaze to Sera. “I got my lovely daughter here," he gestured to her, “to get just a tiny drop of Brooks blood for a ritual, using a needle she pricked her with.”

The Beta slowly pulled a second blade from beneath his jacket. This one smaller. Silver. Covered in dried blood. Lyra froze instantly. She recognized it immediately. It belonged to Kael’s brother. The dagger he’d carried since he was sixteen. “What about it?” Kael asked coldly, his attention finally shifting. Damon swallowed hard. “We found it buried near the border.” Kael’s expression hardened. “And?” Damon looked directly at Lyra. Then whispered the words that destroyed the room. “Your brother’s blood wasn’t the only blood on the blade.”

“That’s a pureblood heir. If anything happened, the entire vampire world would lose its mind.” Beneath the blanket, my hand slowly rested over my stomach. Her child was the pureblood heir the entire vampire world had been waiting for. Mine was only a half-blood that should never have existed. From the very beginning, they belonged to two completely different worlds. The hospital room fell silent again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood bond document. The once vivid crimson words had finally faded away completely. I stared at the blank page for a very long time before slowly tearing it apart.

Strength, control, danger—it emanated from him like smoke from a slow-burning fire. Leonardo DeMarcus. The neighboring Don. A man with whom we’d never had conflict—until the rise of new families forced our hands. This contract was necessary. A shield against war, a reinforcement of power. Venice had been ours for eight years. It would remain ours, but only if I sealed this deal. His smirk cut the air as I met his gaze. “Little Xena, requesting a meeting with me. A bold move. Who’s to say the Cambinos haven’t offered me a better deal already?”

Julianne's jaw dropped and she pointed out, "Is it not when someone can't do without something that they call it an addiction?" "Exactly!" Cassian said in an excited voice. "I've been drinking blood from other sources, but yours is five time more better even with a single drop."

Damian turned off the ignition, and he sat frozen for a second, staring at the shapes of more bikes waiting in the dark with their riders standing beside them. “Out,” someone ordered. Damian opened the door slowly and stepped out, and his legs felt weak. He glanced around, trying to see faces, but most helmets stayed on. A few men had their visors up, and on their jackets, he finally saw the insignia clear: a snarling wolf head above two crossed knives. The words below read Brothers Of Steel. A heavy hand grabbed Damian’s arm and shoved him forward, and he stumbled, catching himself before he fell. Another man pushed at his shoulder until he dropped to his knees on the gravel.

I should say something. I should tell her I understand or that I’m sorry or literally anything. But the words stick in my throat because all I can think is that my brother did this. My brother is the reason her son is drowning. The reason she’s sitting here in this expensive café, desperate enough to hire a stranger. She opens her bag. Pulls out a thick folder and sets it on the table between us. “This is the contract,” she says. “I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.”