Novel & Cerita Brothers Of Darkness

Darkous laughed manically as he rushed his brother the batons now firmly in his hands, he readied his aim; the batons at a deadly angle racing for Atlas’ neck. Atlas was prepared for this move and readied his counter attack. Once Darkous made the move to strike his brother; Atlas countered, landing a deafening blow on the bridge of Darkous’ nose. The blow sent Atlas’ brother crashing to the ground with a wail of pain, his attack rendered useless as Atlas readied the syringe. The psychopathic lord barely had a chance to move as his bastard brother crouched beside him, a strange clear liquid glinting under the artificial light of the throne room. Darkous laid completely sill and the shock of A

As we have lined up in a row, slowly approaching, I turn to Connor and glance at Ethan, "I will be the only one that shall take him." "Don't try and play brave," I hear Ethan from the side as he firmly tries to warn me not to be a fool. But this fool will do anything to save the life of his brother, but yet, "What is this Darkness?" Before I can even have my answer, I see Roberto launching forward; he is coming straight for me. I gasp in horror out of pure lack of control, "Please do not let me hurt you, brother." Then from some ungodly place within his being, there is a voice that is rumbling to the surface, "Brother? I do not have a brother."

I am looking for my brother since we split up maybe he's dead but I am surely he's not he is my last hope. "And you are here to change your life,you are here to look out for your death not your salvation as far as I know you are investigating such a situation that leads you to death,because you investigating the dark realm not your brother either your father." Then he gave me a smirk look therewith his sharp knife.

let me get covered in the blood of a man who is not so innocent and is the wrong guy. “how do you know?” my voice betrays how turned on I am. He wraps his arms around me just as the man starts to scream when Landon starts on his legs. He is breaking every single bone, even the toes and it looks like it hurts like a bitch. “Because, my little stormy, it's who we are. We thrive in the darkness, we are the bad guys and we are proud of it. because we have embraced who we are and we don’t hide the darkest dirtiest parts of ourselves from others. We are brothers, we have a bond that connects us.”

I had rushed straight back here to warn my brothers of what they told me, and now I wish I wasn't the one to learn the truth. "What creepy shit did they have to say this time?" He asked. "Kiera is the light. She has the power to burn away the darkness." "We somewhat figured that out already. I just don't understand how?" "We are the darkness, brother." I looked to Drake, my eyes showed the deep fear that I tried hiding. We are the problem, the evil that the prophecy foretells of. "We have darkness within us, but we aren't evil." "Aren't we?" My hand rubbed my chin. "We seek to rule the world. Destroy any that stand in our way. Our second wolf, Zeus, only comes out when we are one and wieldin

Standing before me were three men who looked carved from midnight and storm. Seven feet of lethal grace. Shoulders that could block out the moon. Black hair dripping rain. Eyes burning—amber fire, molten gold, liquid silver. Muscles shifting beneath tight black shirts, tattoos writhing like living shadows across necks and arms. The Drakvolk brothers. Lycan Alpha and Dragon kings. Rulers of the most feared and powerful Pack in existence. What the hell were they doing in a place like this? And why did my body suddenly feel like it was on fire for them?

I growled, struggling to shove him away. The words must’ve pissed him off because his grip tightened even further. His power surged through me again, filling me with that suffocating darkness. My vision blurred, and for a moment, I thought I was going to pass out. But then, I heard the sound of footsteps and I knew it was no other than my brothers. Thank fucking God. “Don’t use your powers!” I shouted hoarsely, barely able to breathe. “He’s using something—some dark magic that makes us weak! Stay low!”

“When they came back from your place, they were different people. I don't know what happened there. He won't tell me. He's too afraid to talk about it.” Brandon was quiet for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the twins as they ran off further into the yard, chasing each other. “My brother and a large portion of the higher ranks were into BDSM. My brother took it to a whole other level. He lived that life. It wasn't just something he did behind closed doors. It was woven into every aspect of his life, and he pushed it to its limits. He pushed it on everyone and pushed them to their limits with it.

Almost enough. But then I stumbled, colliding with someone solid—someone whose hand caught me before I could fall. Aiden. The world stilled. His grip was firm, steady, searing through the fabric of my dress. His eyes locked with mine, and something unspoken burned there—something I couldn’t name, something I didn’t dare to. “You should be careful,” his voice was low, meant only for me. “Wouldn’t want to fall.” Liam appeared instantly, sliding between us, his arm looping around my shoulders. “She’s fine,” he said lightly, not even catching the electricity sparking between me and his brother.