Brotherhood Of Blood Ds2 Novels & Stories

His face made a tight lipped expression before he spoke “A very specific request. Drop the money first” I raised the little sack to my face and counted out a silver coin and forty bronze. Then held them in my palm. “Speech for wager” I said He laughed gently “you did not bet your entire sack. Wise move. Word on the street is, there’s a legend or better still a prophecy that is coming to pass” I dropped five bronze coins on the bed. “Word on which street?” “There are a group of rebels. Most from the Hecate’s wheel lineage and some other Townsend”

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

The snapping of the mate bond was enough pain to last a lifetime. “Bond not of the moon. Bond not of the goddess. But bond by choice. I pronounce you mates by choice. Equals in the sight of the goddess. An Alpha and his Luna.” Gaza grips our bleeding palms and joins it together. His lips move in soundless chants. My wolf howls at the unfamiliar bond that snaps into place. Lysandra’s eyes flash, and so does mine. My jaw clenches and Lysandra’s grip tightens in mine. “All rise before your Alpha and Luna of Ashbane Pack!”

One brother asking to know why his own blood and betrayed him without a second thought. Behind all that anger and fury was sadness, pure undiluted sadness. My throat tightened, and I forced myself to speak. “You’re both bleeding the same wound,” I whispered. “You just don’t see it.” Nico looked down at me, his glare softening for just a second before it hardened again. “Amelie—” “No,” I cut in, clutching the front of his shirt. “I’m not letting you walk away from him. I’m not letting either of you throw this away. You’ve carried each other too long to give up now.”

For Bryan his brother was his world, his universe, his family his safe place, and his home, if Bryan lost Aaron then he would loose everything. Whereas Dawn was mad, she had lost her rationality and her insanity was at its peak. She had no idea what she was doing or why she was here, all she knew was that her body was on autopilot mode and she was thirsty for some blood. Her hands were itching to get some blood on her hands. “Return me my brother right now!” Bryan said, summoned his weapon, and said, “or else… you are going to regret messing with us.” Jayden smirked and said, “it’s done or die now.” he raised his hand and snapped his fingers and behind him, many other vampires appeared as we

Silas, resolute in his decision, retorted, "Love knows no boundaries, Dylan. Chastity and I share a bond that transcends the prejudices of our kind. I won't let our differences tear us apart." Dylan scoffed, the sound echoing across the battlefield. "Love? Silas, you're blinded by sentimentality. The council will never accept this aberration. You've forsaken your duty as a vampire, a leader, and as my brother." The brothers, who had previously shared a bloodline and a common past, now stood on opposite sides of an ideological divide. The clash of their beliefs reverberated through the night, a reflection of the deeper conflict that extended beyond the battlefield.

His word hit me with the impact of a storm, brutal and unforgiving. “The Brotherhood has a code they abide by.” He muttered. “They believe in blood for blood and now, they want Calista's life for killing Matteo.”

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

Arya dialed Hudson’s number with shaky hands. Bishop had gone to Reading to help James. Another rival MC had killed two of their brothers and James wanted revenge, the type he didn’t want his own MC taken down for. Bishop had been more than willing to go with him. “Arya,” Hudson answered. “I need help.” Her voice cracked and she tried to lick her lips. “Fuck, keep your phone on. I’m on my way.”

“I want to hit this fucker hard and fast and take away everything he’s ever worked for. I want to send the word out that no one touches what’s mine. Timothy Flynn made his last mistake this morning when he took my woman.” Roman thrust his hand into the circle the five of them made. Sazon put his hand on top of Roman’s, soon Barshan and Yuri’s hands joined the others. Finally, Mikial’s hand topped theirs. Then all five chanted, “We are brothers by choice, blood has brought us together and holds us strong. Brothers we are and brothers we will always be.”