Novel & Cerita Brotherhood Of Blood Ds2

Devren said and rolled his eyes on Blood. “F*ck you!” Blood that made Devren’s jaw tighten and looked at Blood seriously. “I will not believe a bastard like you, if you’re planning to use me against my brothers---I won’t let you, I’m willing to kill myself just for you not to use against them bastard----” Blood tried to say But could not finish because as he started talking Devren stood up and walked immediately towards him with his jaw tighten in anger. “You don’t want to believe me?” Devren said and leaned at Blood and grabbed a glass of rum and put it inside his mouth he grabbed Blood’s arm that had wounds on it that made Blood complain in pain and open his mouth and cursed Devren.

“They forgot that we, humans or vampires were born from the same blood. And blood… cannot be tamed.” Selene drew a silver blade and nicked her palm. Her blood fell to the floor, the red flare like an oath. “If this is the only way to survive… then I, Selene Vahl, swear under the New Blood Pact.” Kael followed, letting his blood mix into the red pool. One by one, hesitant or furious, each person bled into the circle, forming a living ring that beat in time with Valenfort’s heart beyond the walls. Lucien placed his sword at the center. “From this night, beneath blood and shadow, we form The Crimson Pact, the New Blood Pact. Once our blood is joined, no Guild, no god, no one can divide us.”

Alpha Tim asked, pulling me away from my phone. “Yes. I had someone I thought might help.” My words were distracted. “But he wanted to wait for his true mate and he didn’t want me to resent him later.” The alphas all nodded their heads. I slid my phone back into my pocket and tucked that information away. I told them about Nina and Nadine. About Vince. Brandon. And finally, I got to the end. “They call themselves the Brotherhood of Blood.” Thoth stiffened beside me. But my dad furrowed his brow. “Who does?”

"Your boyfriend has abandoned you, but Damian is willing to take you in, if you'd just agree to join him. You know, he's merciful, unlike his brother, who is also your boyfriend. I mean, I would have killed you on sight, sliced your body in half and keep one here in France and the other at Dashiell's gate," I gasped, the ropes adding immense pressure to my stomach. Brother? My thoughts drifted back to the night when Adela told me that Dashiell had a brother. "I see you are surprised," Anthony laughed. "Damian Blackwood is the first son of Donovan Blackwood, and no…he is not illegitimate, he was born from the same womb as Dashiell. And he is here to redeem us from this era of darkness." A cou

"Surely, there exists another way, another avenue we might explore?" The elder's response was punctuated by a hint of mocking amusement, his eyes gleaming maliciously, clearly savoring our desperate predicament. "This, Damien, is the true test of loyalty to our bloodline. You must embrace this painful sacrifice or be ready to face the dire outcomes that will ensue." Celeste, unable to contain her emotions any longer, tears streaking her face, beseeched her brother, "Damien, please, we need your unwavering support now more than ever before."

I really hated those bloodsucking bastards. Dradon’s POV: “Brother you have to stop this. I don’t want to hurt you. Please stop we can help you. I know you’re in there.” I said as my brother Lynx breath his black fire at me as we soared through the sky. My sister had the disc that we are supposed to put on Lynx, but he was too fucking fast. My sister Dysanix or Nix’s for short, was our baby sister she wasn’t as strong as me and Lynx, but she was agile, which is why I was supposed to distract Lynx while she attached the disc to him. I could see she was hurt because when she got close to him, he must have sensed her somehow and turned and bit into her right wing. She cried out and almost land

His eyes were only looking at the files in front of him as he slowly sat on his chair and flipped through the pages of the files. Finally, as he stared at the old photograph of the man who washed up on the shore, Michael released a jagged breath and his blood ran cold. The photo of a tortured man and the memory he had long since attempted to erase and forget came into view, he felt his heart begin to sink. On the left hip of his brother's decaying body, which was lying on a table inside of a morgue, was a tiny tattoo of a red dragon that he used to like. He felt like his memories came crashing in his mind as he realized that His brother has a tattoo similar to the Mondragon empire's crest o

The fact that he knew my name sent goosebumps sprouting on my skin, still, I shook my head, trying to draw him out with a conversation and hopefully hatch an escape plan. My response displeased him. His lips curled in distate, making him look even more villainous and serpentine. "Of course. You Italians think you run the show around here. Well, allow me to educate you, Bianca-" he said, his voice dripping with fake cheer, "the way you Italians have the Cosa Nostra is the same way we the Polish have the Braterstwo. We're the brotherhood and you do not want to know how many of my brothers have been killed by your Andre and his men."

I nod back as we enter. The dim torch lights flicker and dance about the room as we walk farther in. Towards the back, of the room sits my brother's coffin. Slowly I approach the coffin lightly dusting my hand over the top. The cool marble nips at my fingertips as I banish the dust from atop it. "It has been a long time since I last visited my brother, but I felt now is the perfect time. I have finally avenged him, and now he can be free," I whisper.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."