Dc Comics Brother Blood Novels & Stories

“You’re insane. You can’t control me and you can’t fucking control them.” He leaned in, his breath hot on my cheek. “I already do. And from now on, you stay away from your brothers. If you don’t, they’ll slash you open and take your blood. You know how rare you are, Raven. You know what your blood can do to them.” I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “You’re lying. My brothers won't let them, They’d never hurt me.” He smiled, cruel and sweet. “Not them sweetheart, My girls. They’ll do whatever I say. And if you don’t listen, you’ll find out just how far they’ll go.”

When I came back from Silvermoon Training Camp, I saw my older brother, Zachary Barker, leaning back against the couch with fine beads of sweat sliding down his taut neck. He was wearing some gray sweatpants, and his eyes looked somewhat dazed. "Zachy? Why are you back so early today?" I went over to him, meaning to grab his hand, but instead, I touched a warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Why's your hand all wet?" I asked, holding up my hand and sniffing it. "There's a strange smell to it too…"

“The intuition of a detective like Elena Cross never moves without a compass.” “Now you’re interrogating.” The corner of Suede’s mouth lifted—a sketch of a smile that never finished itself. “Victor.” “Victor,” Elena repeated. Flat. No added weight. “You have unfinished blood business with him.” “So do you.” “My brother.” Short. Dry. A line recited so many times in the dark rooms of her mind it had lost all capacity to shock. “That was not a work accident.” Elena looked at her—not with shallow sympathy, but with a level gaze that was its equal. A quiet confirmation: same track, different cars.

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.

“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.”

“Why are you trying to protect the man who gave you nothing but pain?” “Because I know he needs help. He’s not the man you know, Brother. I’ve seen who he was and this wasn’t him. He needs help from the son he awakens... from the son he brought to life.” “I will never help a murderer!” He gritted his teeth before sending series of punches to the tube. He could sense a vibration in his fingers, but he ignored it, as well as his sister’s constant pleading. “Listen to me, Brother! You weren’t supposed to live. You’re dead the instant you’re born. You only survived because father risked his life to let his Royal Blood flow in your veins. Don’t let my death ruin your relationship with your father

His word hit me with the impact of a storm, brutal and unforgiving. “The Brotherhood has a code they abide by.” He muttered. “They believe in blood for blood and now, they want Calista's life for killing Matteo.”

“That sounds like—” Trenton backed away slowly, his eyes locked on the markings, his face pale. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer, he just stood there, breathing hard. The scroll flared again, and the final line wrote itself before our eyes: ‘One brother’s blood is not what it seems.’ The air shifted, my breathing became fast. Too easy for the ordinary wolf. Darcy turned toward Trenton, startled. “T…?” But Trenton was already moving.

“Somewhere away from all of this. Just us.” I glanced down at her. “Really?” “I’m definitely very serious.” A faint smile touched my mouth. “That reminds me,” I said quietly. “I have a blood brother. Bound to me by blood oath. He will be visiting soon.” Katherine’s steps slowed. “A what?” “A blood brother.” The memory of ancient pacts and shared battles surfaced easily. “We swore an oath centuries ago.” She looked genuinely surprised. “You have friends?” I frowned. “Brother, love. Those are very different from friends. His name is Lord Mammon. He is a great man.”

…Alpha Rowland's pov .. I couldn't shake off the sense of foreboding that settled over me as the news of a surprise attack on my brother reached my ears. Alpha Robert, my half-brother from the Black Blood Pack, was known for his ruthlessness and hunger for power. Our packs had long been entangled in a bitter rivalry, fueled by an ancestral feud that seemed impossible to mend. Bur