Brothers In Arms: Earned In Blood Novels & Stories

I couldn’t let that happen. Slowly I cleared the tears off of my eyes. I was my mother’s daughter. I was my father’s soldier. These boys are a piece of cake compared to the wars I’ve won for my ungrateful father. The ardents were my teammates and if there was anything Bloodrage ever taught me. It was to never leave your own behind. My breath suddenly hitched as I watched one of the brothers, the one with a chopped hand zoom from the shadows, his good arm raised in silent rage. A thick blade glinted under the light.

Blood Brothers James "Lawrence!" I knelt beside my fallen brother, face creased in concern. Blood soaked his shoulder from a bullet gone astray in the chaotic firefight. Lawrence grimaced, grinding out through clenched teeth, "Kemp's men...fled moments ago. Couldn't prevent it." His pride stung deeper than torn flesh. I clasped his good shoulder firmly. "You fought courageously. What matters is ending Kemp for good." At my reassuring tone, some tension left his pained features. I helped him stand slowly, injuries forcing uncharacteristic dependence on me - his once-rival.

Alpha Damian's eyes landed on us as well and he frowned, ordering most of his men to transform and kill everyone pointing towards our direction; many of them started shifting into wolves, the air filling with the ripping sound of flesh reforming and the low, feral growls that always set my teeth on edge. “Come on, brothers, let's educate them on why we are called the brothers of carnage,” Arman said, grinning like he always did before a fight, and we smiled back and charged forward. Our main target was Damian, so we made all our moves to get to him.

And he will not forget to include the Supremes. "Useless book," said Rollin. He gambled his own safety for the book that didn't contain the knowledge of how to make a Silver Blood. It was his dream to have an army composed of all Silver Bloods but it could not be done. He had a total of fifty Silver Bloods, twenty were captured by the Armata and four by that mercenary. That mercenary had only been serving Rollin for two years but Rollin's Silver Bloods had already killed four. Clearly, that vampire should be killed. And because his men are sloppy, he himself will discover who it is.

Brothers who once called me family now seeing something different. I needed some air.I left before the music swallowed me whole. Outside, the night air cooled my skin, but it didn’t quiet my mind. The world had moved on while I was locked up, but the club hadn’t changed. It was still blood and loyalty, and both were starting to choke me to death. ………. The next afternoon, I rode into the city, heading nowhere in particular. My shoulder still throbbed under the bandage, but it was the pain in my chest that hurt worse. The sound of laughter, the echo of Griff’s voice, the faces of brothers who’d never get out.

“And that’s it? You’re done?” “Not even close.” Her voice was pleasant and utterly certain. “I want him penniless, Marcus. I want him with nothing no company, no assets, no reputation worth anything. I want him on the street wondering where it all went. I want him to feel, completely and without any remaining doubt, exactly what it means to have everything stripped away.” She held her brother’s gaze. “The way he stripped it from us.” Marcus was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded. “He earned every bit of it.” He paused. “I won’t argue with a single part of that.”

“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.”

Damien called out to the rest of the hunters and trackers. They'd touched down on a private airbase run by the Russian military. After the end of the Cold War, the Brotherhood had created secret agreements with local military bases in every major country to have safe passage in and out of any region. The local military assumed that they were some kind of special forces, though the use of an American transport no doubt raised some eyebrows. The Brotherhood's true identity was only shared with top government officials, and sometimes not even then, depending on the country's stability. The last thing anyone wanted was for word of the supernatural to reach the general population.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o