Dc Comics Brother Blood Novels & Stories

Standing on the deck of the escaping ship, holding a bloody Calaby medallion in his hand and smiling directly up at our high catwalk, was Malia’s brother, the man she had buried two years ago. And tied to the iron railing behind him, gagged and bleeding, was the missing High Chancellor, holding a letter stamped with Malia's personal crest. Malia gasped, her grip on my coat turning to steel as her eyes locked onto the boat. "Oh God... Jarrah... that's... that's impossible..." Before I could answer, the silver medallion in her brother's hand began to glow with an eerie, violent crimson light, and a high-pitched hum vibrated through the steel catwalk beneath our feet.

“Shoot me before I shoot her.” Blade’s voice roared across the room. “Back off!” He raised his blade, fury radiating off him. “Stay out of it!” the brother barked. “This ends one way. One of us dies tonight.” “No,” I whispered. “No, there has to be another way—” “There isn’t!” the brother shouted, his eyes wild. “There’s only blood.” Cruz’s voice broke. “You’re my brother…” “Were,” he snapped.

this was not how I planned on confessing my love but since I had no good plans at all, I guessed doing it wouldn't hurt much. "Charles, what are you...", "You heard me I love you and I have loved you for a very long time now. I cant keep pretending". "Charles you are my brother", "no I'm not". "But you are like a brother to me", "yes 'like' but I'm not related to you by blood or even adoption, i'm just like a brother and I want that to change". With that Crimson let out a loud gasp and pushed me towards the door and I released my weight to make it easier, then she shot it hard. Yes that leads to me knocking for about thirty minutes now.

he said flatly, not even sparing her a glance. Ashina stopped abruptly, jerking her arm free from his grip. “Do you think I don’t know that?” she snapped, her voice sharp with pain. Her amber eyes burned with unshed tears as she glared at him. “Do you think I’m not already dying inside knowing that my brother—my own blood—did this? To Dorian? To all of us?”

Luther tries to keep me focused on him, but it’s hard whenever Adam and Blade look at me as if I’m a science experiment. Adam walks back to his desk rubbing his head as if he has a headache. I ask Luther, “Who are you guys? Like what clan or house do you belong to? Sorry, I’m still trying to understand the vampire lingo.” The corner of Luther’s mouth twitches up and he answers, “We’re the Ambrose brothers. So, a part of the Ambrose line.” I nod my head as if I knew what that meant, but honestly, I don’t know much about vampires. Most human societies don’t and my mom tried to keep me from doing research. It’s a miracle that I even knew Arthur Locke’s name.

"Anyone can get and pretend to have the royal name. My brother, Peter, did not have a blood partner. Are you suggesting he had an intimate enough relationship with a woman to allow her to conceive his child without a blood bond?" The generals shifted around uneasily. It was something considered to be prohibited and extremely wrong and dirty. "He had a blood bond, he just did not want her, my mother, to deal with all that came with being blood bound to the Demon King," I am not entirely lying.

I held him, frowning in confusion, not understanding what was going on, until he collapsed to his knees, revealing a trembling Margot with bloody hands standing behind him. A knife was plunged deep into his back, and I felt all the strength drain from my body as I followed him to the ground. I panicked and pulled out the knife while cradling him. I tried to press on the wound with blood gushing out, yelling at Margot to call an ambulance, but she never did. She just stood there, rooted in one spot and trembling. My brother died in my arms, and I was never the same afterward. We did not get along, but he was still my brother. I would never have killed him.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Even though I very much disliked the guy, we didn't get along, but he was still my brother. Yes, he had tormented me, but when we were younger, I had also treated him badly. Kim said at me, her voice bordering on a sneer, "We have to go. Leave him. I turned to face my brother, who was covered in blood from the wound I had just given him. He was going to lose a lot of blood and be in trouble if he didn't shift quickly to heal himself. I said, pointing at the hiding place, "The vehicle is right ahead. "Get in, it's unlocked."

Dahlia uttered and I turned to her and tried to force a smile on my face to make it seem like all was well but it came out more like a grimace. “Dahlia, calm down. You just woke up and…" “What's happening to my brother? If you don't tell me, I'll find out myself" She muttered and was about to climb out of the bed when I held her hand. “He gave you his blood and now he's in need of blood but only a hybrid can be a donor. You two are the last hybrids" I murmured and her eyes widened before she began to shake her head frantically. “That can't be true, there has to be other hybrids! Give him his blood back then" She uttered and I shook my head.