Romans & histoires Brothers Of Darkness

“There’s something you all need to know. About my brother.” “What about him?” I asked. He hesitated. “He’s not working alone. He’s got help. From someone inside Dark’s pack.”

Zion winces with each word, the effort causing him pain as he relays his garbled warning. "The brotherhood is...using rogues. Twisting them...They...working with...enemy who wants what we want...wolves...separate...from ...humans and witches. Wolves close to...your alpha." "Who?!" Fear for my mate races through my heart and I fight the urge to reach down and shake Zion until he tells me the rest. "What do you mean? Tell me!" He opens his mouth like a gutted fish, his lips wide and puckered as he stutters..."More than one..."

Stupid man. I can still feel his touch. I experienced something very different and so did he. At night...before we fell asleep he told me everything about himself, his past, and his older brother Theodore. His pack name is black knights which is the second pack name. His brother is their leader. He said he hated his parents but he never hated his older brother, somehow. I didn't ask the reason why because at that time I was really tired.

“Not like this. Not after everything.” Ethan placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me. “Then don’t. But you need a plan. You can’t just charge in blindly.” I shook my head, tears streaking my cheeks. “There’s no time. Every second we wait… the darkness grows stronger. He’s slipping further away.” Natan’s shadow tendrils twitched, reaching toward me. I could feel the pull, the seduction of the darkness whispering promises of despair. And yet… there was still him. The brother I loved, the wolf I trusted, buried somewhere under the corruption.

"Who are these enemies you speak of? The ones that put my Ariana in danger?" Liam's jaw clenched. He loathes to further distress her with more details, but one look at her showed him she wouldn't let this go. "There is a dark force," he ventured carefully. "A formidable foe, by the name of Yulian. He..he once was my brother." A flash of pain danced across his countenance as he continued, "But the darkness claimed him. Yet, Yulian is not all we are up against. He is part of something larger. Something we do not understand.”

“And because of that, I want to be honest with you.” I nodded slowly. “Alright. Where's this leading?” He ran a hand over the back of his neck before continuing. “I’ve had… arrangements in the past.” I raised an eyebrow slightly. “Arrangements?” “Yes.” “They were dark relationships. Very dark ones…” I swallowed hard, remembering the one time he had attempted for us to try out some kink shit. I swallowed hard and frowned. “How dark are we talking?” “Dom-sub dynamics can get very dark,” he answered honestly. “Degradation, whipping, flogging… really mean things.”

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

“Fine. But if they so much as look at you wrong, I’m ripping their throats out.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” The energy shifts again, but this time the shift is welcome. Binx, Freya, and Pandora, shadow around everyone, freaking out the hunters. Lucas gloats in their fear, and Binx zeroes in on Easton, who’s helping his injured sister walk through the overgrown forest. “What the fuck are those?” one of the hunters asks, raising his gun. “My familiars, you idiot,” I say, rolling my eyes at his raised gun. You can’t shoot a spirit.

"Please, don't send them into that much danger. The darkness is powerful. I don't want anyone to get hurt." Liam set his cold hand on my shoulder. "The brothers need revenge. If we don't give them something to shoot, they will go off on their own, causing havoc with all the factions. They will be okay. We have called in brothers from our sister clubs in other cities. We have more numbers than them." "They are underground in the tunnels. That's where they were keeping me. Please, I don't want anyone to get hurt." "That is not your decision. That is each man's decision to make. They put their own life on the line based on their own choice. No one is out there that doesn't want to be."

Anger welled inside of me, but my outburst was merely greeted with laughter from the shadows. “Don’t be so upset. It isn’t a good look for you. You don’t need to be frightened here, the Darklands are not meant to be frightening. They just house the scarier members of the nightmares which were created by me and therefore obey me.” his voice was tainted with a bit of pride as he boasted. “So tell me, how is my brother?” He wanted information on Morpheus, that much was clear, but I wasn’t going to comply with the wishes of a madman.