Romans & histoires Brothers Of Darkness

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

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.

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.

Athelstan Silence fell in the hall. Athelstan looked at his father as he stared into the emptiness in front of him. "The ancient stories say nothing about the Deorghs, they are beings created, perhaps, after Werod's defeat. The little information we have is terrible and portends dark omens for the kingdom of men," began the master beside the king in a somber tone. "Four beings created with a part of Werod himself, capable of bringing him back to life if they ever combine their powers into one, creating a container, a body capable of being used by pure darkness, which will allow him to walk on the earth again. And if that happens, if the four demons succeed in creating their own Bringan, endl

When silence fell above us for a few minutes, I dared to open my eyes, and God, I wish I didn’t. His eyes had gone completely black. This is it. This is how I die under the hand of a mythical creature for some unknown reasons. I was alone with a cold-blooded psychopath, one that had almost killed my brother, and no one would help me if I cried for help since it seems as the people here worship the ground he walks on. Sure enough, in one swift motion, I was shoved up against a wall with feet dangling and his hand around my throat. I tried desperately to breathe, but no air could get in.

Since that night my brother died the darkness has never left me and from time to time it slips through and whispers things to me. I couldn’t see him, but the darkness told me he was there. Rage boiled inside me as he stepped out of the shadows, an arrogant smile spread across his chiseled features. Most would look at him and see nothing but his beauty because they were beautiful. Like most predators they used it to lure in their victims.

Elina liked that. She liked that he felt respect for Tensel and that a part of him wanted to stay and protect him and the others. With Damonq came the brotherhood. They were loyal to him and to one another. “I don’t understand why Darkness doesn’t just give up and go away when there are so many ancient hunters here. Tensel has an army of humans with weapons that can kill them. Why doesn’t Darkness find another empire where there aren’t any hunters?”

Isa said, and I looked at my brother in surprise. I stepped closer, but I didn’t say anything; I just looked at him and waited. It was only a few minutes, but it felt like hours. My brother closed his eyes and looked at me with fear, deep fear. “The dark forest is going to be destroyed,” my brother said, and my skin crawled. “I don’t know when, but I saw it. The forest will be consumed because dark magic will erupt due to an overload of magic I can’t identify. It’s going to be ugly; many creatures will die, and so will the spirit of the forest. We have to stop this; we can’t let so many people die.”

Elena’s POV “Well,” his jaw tightens and he runs his hand through his hair pacing back-and-forth in the middle of the room before stopping in front of me. I was settled on a chair close to my table, waiting for him to spill whatever he had to. “We are called the shadows,” he begins. “We pull forgotten omegas and rogues out of the slum before destruction can meet them.” My breath catches. “Like your mission is to rescue them?” I have to ask because I don’t know if there’s more to it. It just doesn’t make sense that two brothers would be that different.