Brotherhood Of Blood Ds2 の小説・ストーリー

“He never has. He competes with me. Measures himself against me. Even now, even broken, he’s still trying to win something I don’t even want.” “And what is that?” I asked softly. “You.” The word landed heavily between us. I didn’t flinch but I didn’t deny it either. “This isn’t about romance,” Darius continued quickly, stepping closer. “This isn’t about undoing the past. This is about blood. About damage that’s gone too far.” I swallowed. “He tried to destroy himself,” Darius said. “And I can’t lose my brother. Not after everything we’ve already buried.” Silence stretched.

…Alpha Rowland's pov .. I couldn't shake off the sense of foreboding that settled over me as the news of a surprise attack on my brother reached my ears. Alpha Robert, my half-brother from the Black Blood Pack, was known for his ruthlessness and hunger for power. Our packs had long been entangled in a bitter rivalry, fueled by an ancestral feud that seemed impossible to mend. Bur

Stas said, stopping in front of his brother. "And what exactly is wrong with my suits? Plenty of men wear them." "It’s just that this business look has turned you into a real bastard over the past couple of years. Before you buried yourself in your company, I couldn’t beat you in this ring even once." "Someone had to take the helm of the business," the older Darvin replied with an irritated snort as he rose to his feet. "Enough talk — let’s begin." Vlad climbed onto the platform and slipped between the ropes. Pulling on his gloves, he took his stance and waited for his younger brother.

“For them. For the bloodline. For everything. With deliberate care, Samuel drew a dagger from beneath his coat, a ceremonial blade, etched with runes older than most civilizations. The steel glimmered in the fractured light of the ruined boardroom. He cut his palm, the blood welling in deep, vivid crimson. Adrian mirrored the action, slicing his own palm with trembling precision. For a moment, the room fell silent except for the distant shouts of the Purists outside. And then, with no hesitation, Samuel and Adrian pressed their bleeding hands together, sharing each other’s blood in a ritual older than memory itself. The first contact was shockingly violent. A surge of energy, black and gold,

I could feel the power in my veins, the pulse of the vampire blood that surged through me, urging me forward to slash, tear and drink. I met up with my brothers at our usual spot, an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was a place none of our enemies ever thought to look and a place where we could plan without worrying about being interrupted. My brothers were already waiting for me as their faces looked grim with their postures looking tensed. It's as If they could feel the gravity of the situation, just like I did. "Where’s Dante?" Elias asked, his voice low and steady.

He looked around, observant of his area but caught triviality in sight, then walked into the building. He came out of his hiding but the darkness still plagued his appearance silently, literally whom he has been loitering. A fellow of the twilight federation, The Blood Brotherhood. An organisation known not to many but few, it is a group of lawless vampires as he would declare openly since they meddled with his past and that made them rebellious to him. THUD!

The crescent moon above cast an eerie glow on the scene, and the air hung heavy with the scent of impending bloodshed. Behind Dorian, Ashina and Cain exchanged uneasy glances. The betrayal of Leo, once their closest ally, weighed heavily on all of them. It wasn’t just the act of treachery; it was the scars left on their trust, the hollow ache of realizing they’d been fooled for so long. “Do you think he’ll be there?” Ashina asked Cain, her voice barely above a whisper. Cain’s jaw clenched as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. “He’ll be your brother Leo doesn’t run from a fight, even when he’s on the wrong side of it.”

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

When his lips crashed down on mine, I tasted blood and years of suppressed desire. I tried to shove him away, but he twisted my wrists and slammed me against the wine cabinet, and pain shot up my spine. “Leon?” “You pushed me away, forced Danny into a corner just so he wouldn’t kill me like he killed our parents. But you never thought I’d dare come back.” His forehead pressed hard against mine, thumb roughly swiping the blood from my lip. “If you hadn’t caught him, I would’ve been the scapegoat.” His mouth pressed down. He bit my lip until iron filled my mouth.

And that terrified him more than anything. Devin finally spoke, his tone colder than steel. “It’s a bond.” Both brothers turned to him. “What do you mean?” Soo-ah asked, voice trembling. Devin’s eyes narrowed, unreadable shadows flickering across his face. “I’ve seen it before. It’s rare, but it happens. When two forces—two bloodlines—are tied by something deeper than choice. He’s marked you, Soo-ah.” “No,” Sang-woo growled, his voice shaking with denial. “I won’t let that happen. I’ll kill him before—”