Dc Comics Brother Blood Novels & Stories

“Your father killed my uncle and he got away with it. He was the eldest son, the heir, and when he was killed, his hands cut off, it was not an honorable death. My father established himself, grew the family empire and decided to strike. He wanted Dominic to feel the same kind of loss his family felt when his brother was taken from us.” “Your uncle infiltrated his territory, distributed drugs despite the policies my father had in place. He was killed because he showed disrespect,” I said. “It’s an old vendetta, one I would like to end,” Bruce said and glanced at Hudson. The motherfucker was grinning, his arousal evident as he looked at Bruce. “They never did find his hands, did they?” “Fuck,

I tried to shake my head, tried to plead, but no sound came out. “You were supposed to be leverage. Now you are nothing but a curse.” He released me suddenly, and I slumped sideways, coughing violently, tears burning my eyes. The men in the front stayed silent, as if they knew to stay out of this storm. Raphael didn’t calm. He grew darker. He pulled out his second phone, dialed with trembling fingers, and when the call connected, his voice became something terrifyingly controlled. “Kill them,” he ordered. “Every last one connected to those brothers. Burn their businesses. Hunt their men in the streets. I want rivers of blood before dawn.”

"I have other duties to attend but you may stay as long as you like." After he left I wandered between shelves running my fingers along spines. So many books. So many voices from the past speaking across centuries. I pulled books at random, read through poetry that made no sense, glanced at scientific texts full of equations I could not possibly understand, read stories about heroes and monsters and worlds that never existed. Then I found it. A thin volume bound in dark leather with silver runes on the cover. The title read "Bloodline Magic and Hereditary Power." I pulled it down and opened to a random page. The text described how certain magical abilities passed through family lines. How bl

The tears roll down my face. "I promise she will be safe." I straighten and sit up, watching as he holds the gun against my forehead. "Perdonami, frati, la to morti la sarva." I close my eyes, ready for the shot, ready for death. My own fucking brother killing me. I accept it, though, if she comes home. ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~ Perdonami, frati, la to morti la sarva. = Forgive me, brother, your death will save her

Blood was slowly spreading across the white shirt he wore like a rose in bloom, except it was my brother's blood painting that canvas. He spat out blood again and my cries grew louder. "I'm so sorry", I muttered like a mantra, hoping that in his near death state, he would hear me. I glimpsed at the knife in my hand and I discovered it to be silver. There wasn't much that killed our kind, but silver definitely did the trick. And with my own hands, I had ended my brother's life. The only thing I could see were my hands soaked in blood. I took deep breaths, finding my heart closing in on itself.

Amon, that's the name of this cursed ancestral relic, we need the book to be able to finish with the enemies that could be presented to us in the future, but instead this cursed gorilla will finish with my life. It is a pact of Blood for Blood, I looked at my brother who was driving very scared because although he could not see what was chasing us, he could still feel it, feel its presence. With my heart on a string and asking all the gods that once preceded me for their gifts and strength, their immortality and at the same time their delicate mortality to give me enough time so that my brother could cross the barrier and not get hurt. I know that if my brother and his girlfriend survive my

Dominic asked him. Hudson groaned and turned away from them. Ethan chuckled as they all cracked smiles and Cooper shoved his hands in his pockets. “First thoughts were that Gage killed the motherfucker,” Cooper said. “Exactly. I don’t need my brothers at war with each other. Gage didn’t do it and neither did I, but someone carved him up like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey,” Dominic said. “I bet his blood spurted everywhere,” Ethan said as he looked at Hudson. Dominic chuckled as Hudson groaned. “A river of fucking blood and guts. I’ve heard that intestines are slippery as fuck.”

“I was young and foolish then. I was your wife's maid, and I was in labor as they helped her deliver your son. But I also had a son that night, by another man. A man who was not my husband. A man who was not human." She paused and took a deep breath. "He was a Lycan, Alpha brooks of the red moon pack." Horrified gasps seized the room and Bryan stumbled back. “No… No…” Bryan whispered, a hollow sick feeling pooling in his belly. Roy ran over to his side and helped him lean against the wall, “Alpha Brooks is the traitor, father…” Bryan gasped, “Brooks killed my twin brother Blake… He can’t be my father.” The siblings of the Anderson family rushed to their brother Bryan and encompassed him in a

My brother and I, we had always been so close, but now it felt like we were strangers. "This is going too far, Alex. I will not support abduction of minors, whatever their origin may be." "Who cares? They are insignificant, filthy and deserve to suffer!" My brother spat, revealing more of his bestial side. "What about all those human girls who ended up being molested or killed due to your lack of self-control? You have some serious issues, and they need to be properly addressed, brother. Your obsession with blood and power has become extreme and increasingly erratic, bordering on being unmanageable. You need help."

Bruce was second in line, his brother Conrad, was supposed to be dad’s Beta. Bruce and Conrad had been out on patrol one early morning when they got a mind-link that rogues had breached the northern border. By the time my grandfather, dad and our warriors got there, Conrad was dead. Bruce was holding his brother’s dead body in his arms, crying. The area looked like a fight had happened and Bruce had injuries that were slowly healing. He was covered in blood that we assumed was rogue blood mixed with his and Conrad’s since he was holding his bloody body. No one ever questioned his story. I mean why would they, Conrad was his brother. What if Bruce arranged to have his brother killed for the B