Brotherhood Of Blood Ds2 Novels & Stories

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

There was a pause. Then Mario laughed. “Bro,” he said, voice low and amused. “Fuck her p*ssy for two nights, you won’t even think about putting her in the game, She’s not a weapon you can use to threaten me.” Dominic didn’t say anything. “We’re cool, yeah? Trust me, that’s just the last batch” Mario added, then hung up. The line went dead. Dominic stared at the phone in his hand, his knuckles turning white. His heart pounded hard with rage, but he swallowed it.

DAMIAN The office smelled like old leather and gun oil. Light from the floor-to-ceiling windows carved the boardroom in hard, bright slices a stage for what was coming. My brother stood under that light like a man daring fate to blink first. Every inch of him screamed insult: the way he held his jaw, the way his eyes tried to make mine small. I could feel the weight of the pistol in my palm like a map to the only place left for him. He laughed, a sharp, nervous sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “Brother,” he said, as if that single word could save him. “Cut it off. You can’t kill me. You love your blood more than anything.”

“They’re restoring consequences,” Dain said again, but this time louder, as if the act of repeating the words could force them into the minds of those who still hadn’t moved. The crowd was frozen—not from fear alone, but from overload. Memories that weren’t theirs were bleeding into consciousness. Some were faint, drifting like smoke through the edges of awareness. Others struck harder—names they’d never heard echoing with the pain of ancient betrayal. Sariah turned toward the boy. He sat still, no longer speaking, but his eyes glowed faintly. Not silver like the Threadwalker. Not gold like Dain. This was something else—something dark, a shimmering blue like deep ocean before a storm.

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

I had a duty to my pack and life had to go on. Later that evening, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. The name "Damian" appeared on the screen. Where did I know that name from? “Damian is the brother of the Alpha of Dark Brood pack. Interesting that he has our number,” Theo said within me causing me to sit up in alarm. Why would he be calling me? Dark Brood was a pack that lived by their own rules with a reputation for ruthless business dealings and connections to the underworld.

said Brother Slash with a nefarious smile on his face. Even while that smile was on the face of a Lycan, Brother Bow could tell that Brother Slash was used to doing such things. He could see the same smile on Brother Blade and just knew that they were the kind of guys used to doing this. This caused Brother Bow to develop a headache. He didn't want anything to do with this but he got the feeling that if he tried to back out, the others would kill him instantly. This feeling grew stronger when he noticed that the dwarfs agreed to two Lycans' plan.

"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.

“That sounds like—” Trenton backed away slowly, his eyes locked on the markings, his face pale. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer, he just stood there, breathing hard. The scroll flared again, and the final line wrote itself before our eyes: ‘One brother’s blood is not what it seems.’ The air shifted, my breathing became fast. Too easy for the ordinary wolf. Darcy turned toward Trenton, startled. “T…?” But Trenton was already moving.

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."