Novel & Cerita Brotherhood Of Shadows

There was a caption below the illustration and it reads, “TroXe: protector of the l**k.” “Are you sure about this?” “Of course I am. Look, we only need three drops of blood from me, the host, a shadow’s blood, a binder, and the blood from my closest l**k.” “What’s a shadow’s blood? And a binder?” “Dang, a shadow’s blood, idiot! The shadow’s blood.” “Yeah, keep repeating that, and I swear I’ll get it.” “Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?”

Although 'D' only called for a meeting twice, since their rise, which was four years ago, in both the meeting's two were headshot and all the other members were scared to their bones by the brutality of 'D'. Though all the matters were handled by 'Shadow' a.k.a. second brother, who people think, as an easy-going. But, is more vicious than the 'Dark Lord' a.k.a. first brother. 'D' can be dear, danger, death. First they smilingly send a message to stop what is off their rules, second comes the threat, even if continued, only death will be the last thing. Well, a slow painful death that just by thinking would send shivers down the bones.

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

Directly ahead of us, towards the back of the clearing, Gray, Bo and Cordelia are standing just outside of Gray's tent, respectfully the biggest in the camp. Grayson and Bo are Iselyn and my fathers younger brothers. And even though Grayson is the youngest of the three, it was he who took over as Alpha when my father died. Usually it doesn't work that way. Usually that title and responsibility would go to the eldest. But the situation in this case was… complicated. Because it was Grayson who killed him.

She also thought about her close friend Imade Martins, whom she had lost touch with over the years. One vivid memory that resurfaced was a heated argument she had with her father. He had warned her to steer clear of a careless lifestyle, expressing his concerns about any tarnish on their family name and reputation. Natasha, fueled by her pent-up emotions, confronted her father boldly, expressing how he had neglected her during her upbringing, prioritizing his business and the pursuit of wealth.

Dupree, with his rune-infused blade, fended off the Shadows, each strike causing them to momentarily dissipate. Seraphina and I focused on the chest, attempting to harness its energy. As we channeled our combined powers, the chest began to glow brighter, emitting a frequency that seemed to disorient the Shadows. Moros, seizing the opportunity, shouted, "Now! Push them back!" With a collective effort, we unleashed a wave of energy, forcing the Shadows to retreat. But just as victory seemed within grasp, the ground trembled beneath us, and from the abyss, a colossal Shadow emerged, its presence dwarfing the others.

"How are you not dead after all of that? There's not even a scratch on you!" Tony sat next to me, his expression cold and distant. "He made me like him," he eventually croaked. "He damned my soul from ever reaching the gates of Selene and bound me to the Shadow. I cannot die now…not in the normal way, anyway." So the Shadow was real, too: the twin brother of Selene who had lost in their Damnatio Memoriae. "Chris serves him," I realized. "The forbidden magic is power bestowed by the Shadow."

The shadow king said. “Brother?” I growled, intrigued. “We have no interest in the deities' family drama, GET OUT OF MY WAY.” “That's not how you treat your savior, Alpha.” Destiny teased. “The shadow king is my twin brother; however, unlike me, he doesn't possess divine light. Our father thought it would be amusing to have opposites as siblings. His sense of humor is quite peculiar!” “Peculiar?” The shadow king laughed ironically. “You're on the wrong side of this war; we should unite against the creator instead of following a senseless war played out by predetermined roles.”

The red eyes appeared. Not outside a window this time. Not at a distance. Close. Close enough to see the face behind them. A face I didn't recognize but my blood did, the shadow inside me lurching toward it with a recognition that felt like gravity. A voice. Low, ancient, patient in the way that only very old things can be patient. "You can't escape me, daughter of shadows." "Who are you?" "You already know." The eyes burned brighter. "You carry my brother's blood. My family's power. And you think love and unity will be enough to keep it from me?"

He was naked. Three hulking shadows loomed over him, their faces indistinct in the dim light of the room. Not Serena’s hired men, he realized with a jolt of terror, but the Thorne brothers. Their eyes, once keen and intelligent, were now glazed, pupils dilated, a primal hunger burning in their depths. They moved with a predatory slowness, their powerful bodies radiating an intense, dangerous heat.