Dc Comics Brother Blood Novels & Stories

His brother did not know where the keys to the dungeon were. “Could you bring me some blood?” He changed the question. “Right away!” “Wait, brother!” “What is it?” “Let no one know about this.” “Including Papa?” He nodded. The idea of blood would have been enough to make him salivate if his glands were healthy to form any saliva at all. A beastly nature was awakened in him as he waited for his brother’s return. Like a gigantic tidal wave escaping out of a broken dam, it took free rein on him, overpowering his logical senses.

he asks as mist fills the interior of the catacombs. A cold fist of fear squeezes my stomach, but I manage to keep it hidden. Instead, I nod and turn to my father. “What about you?” I ask. He isn't fully restored yet, and I can still see patches of marbled blemishes. Darrick smiles at me. “I could probably use a little more blood.” “Luban,” I say to my brother, “check my pack. There should be some blood bags left.” My brother pulls two bags from my pack and hands one to Darrick while Asmodeus takes the other, eyeing the blood bag with interest. He turns it around, examining it closely. “This is clever. How do you get the blood inside?”

Fuck. I peer down seeing my brother suffocate on his own blood as his pulse slows. “Brother … what have you done?” I choke out the words as he coughs and splutters on the floor. The fact my brother is even alive is because he is a hybrid. “Couldn’t let you die, what are big brothers for?” he banters even at this time he still has his humour.

I did not want to hurt him, he was my brother but this was the last thing I was expecting. He tries to lunge at me again but this time, I grab him by the throat. Sinking my teeth into his flesh and pinning him to the ground. The taste of his blood was vile and seconds later I could feel my tongue burning. Releasing him, I feel his laughter in my head. “It’s a funny thing oleander, you see if you take small doses of it every day, you build up an immunity” Spitting his blood from my mouth, the burning continues, spreading down my throat and my Lycan screams out in agony. Using this to his advantage my brother hurls himself at me, sending my body crashing into a tree as he strides towards me.

When he finally agreed to drive me back to my parents' house, he was so wasted he couldn't even find his own car keys. That was when he had appeared. The eldest brother. The Alpha who had left the pack at eighteen to build a terrifying corporate empire in the human world before returning to claim his dominant status. Sterling Whitaker. No... not Sterling. Sterling was the boy who almost killed us. Sterling Whitaker was the brother who watched. Wait—no. Sterling Whitak— I shook my head violently, the cold wind biting my cheeks. Sterling was the boy. His brother was the monster.

“Are you aware that your traitor of an uncle was in love with your mother?” What? The brother both have a grim expression. “Don’t believe me? Drink my blood. I am not a vampire so I won’t have the ability to tweak my memory the way I wanted to.” Marius tilt his head to his back, referring to his nailed hand. Marius gave a sad smile. “Behold, the truth from my blood will set you free but be fast, brothers. Not only my brother’s life will be in danger – so will your mate.”

The Mondragon empire, the mafia world's old king, and his enemy. The enormous man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, called his brother a "pathetic orphan" with harshness in his voice as the man forced his automatic weapon down his brother's throat and continuously pressed the trigger. Every bullet fired at his brother's head felt like a bigger bullet being shot as well into his own heart. He witnessed his brother, Gabriel's own blood gushing from each bullet wound. His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal.

Only silence. She wove through the narrow streets. At the bottom of an incline, she turned and looked up a thin, cobblestone street. Diana saw him then. Him. The brother. The one with the eagle tattoo on his back. He walked towards her, his pace steady. Face contorted. She couldn’t tell if he smiled or screamed. Terror gripped her. The ground underneath their feet shook and the brother stopped. Behind him, there came a gigantic tide of blood, meat, and paint. It rushed towards her. He became a part of the wave and together they thundered downhill, splattering the white walls in fans of red.

"I'm afraid not." "I can." The voice of a man made me turn my head in the direction it came from. I had never seen him around here. The man approached and moved me away from Damian. Liam took my arms and pulled me close to him. The stranger bit his right hand and then made my brother drink his blood. What? Why is he doing that? My brother gradually calmed down, but the most impressive thing was that his wound stopped bleeding and started to heal until his neck was intact.

I had nannies looking out for me in mine. My brother told my parents he wanted to play in the shed. I was only there because I was stopping him. He told them a metal bar fell off from the ceiling, and if I wasn’t in the way, it would have hit him big time. He told them I saved his life, but it was really the other way around. My brother saved me, got hurt because of me, and lied to our parents so they wouldn’t punish me. From that moment on, I knew my brother would do anything for me—blood-related or not.