Kill Team: Brood Brothers Novels & Stories

Damien called out to the rest of the hunters and trackers. They'd touched down on a private airbase run by the Russian military. After the end of the Cold War, the Brotherhood had created secret agreements with local military bases in every major country to have safe passage in and out of any region. The local military assumed that they were some kind of special forces, though the use of an American transport no doubt raised some eyebrows. The Brotherhood's true identity was only shared with top government officials, and sometimes not even then, depending on the country's stability. The last thing anyone wanted was for word of the supernatural to reach the general population.

He was constantly backing away as he shouted in a sharp voice, “Y-you… you… you can’t kill me! My brother-in-law is Taio Cruz, and he’s an instructor in the Insurgent Duofecta, so you can’t kill me! Otherwise, my brother-in-law won’t let you go!” At the mention of his brother-in-law, he immediately recovered from his surprise. Yes, he had a powerful backer because his brother-in-law was an instructor in the Insurgent Duofecta who held a highly-respected position with fearsome power. If this man before him were to kill him, his brother-in-law would certainly seek revenge on behalf of him!

"I shot your brother. You'll just let it slide?" "It's just Sebastian. Who cares about Sebastian? Nobody even likes him." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "I should thank you for that. I wish the other bosses will take care of my other traitorous, problematic men like that. Sadly, I have to do all the dirty work and heavy lifting." It was old news that Sebastian had been inciting violence against his brother in the clan. "You know, this would be a different story if it had been one of Alexei's men you shot."

He looked at his brothers—Kael with his scratched neck and bruised knuckles, Dante with his coffee. "Thank you," Killian said quietly. "For yesterday. For standing with me at the Council meeting. For having my back." "Always," Kael said simply. "Blood first," Dante added. "Family always. Even when it means our lives explode into chaos and destruction." Killian's lips twitched. "Especially then." They stood together in the office overlooking Seattle, three brothers who'd just declared war on the entire supernatural world. And somehow, despite everything, they were okay with that.

At that moment I was a little bit doubtful about it, but his words came true. Alaric was a psychopath. He was a dangerous man who couldn't even spare his brother, the man who was on his side and was going to give him twenty-two per cent of his company's share. If Alaric could harm him, there was no saying what he might do to the rest of us. To my child?

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.”

But Vale had two living brothers, one of them still at Thornwall, and when Vera had told her Alpha the real reason for her journey to Ironveil—not just the Prime documentation, but the blood connection—the Alpha had done what competent Alphas ultimately did with information of that significance: he had brought the family to the table. Two men arrived with Vera in October, both in their sixties, both carrying the particular bearing of wolves who had aged into genuine dignity rather than performance. They introduced themselves as Vale's brothers—Rowan and Den—and the first thing Dominic said to them was: "I want you to know that whatever we build here is your choice as much as mine. I'm not lo

They could not help saying, “It’s over. These are the Four Brothers of the Evans who works under Young Lord York! “It is said that these Four Brothers are the Kings of Arms who retired from Country J. Their strength is horrifying! “They had confronted the American Delta Force back then and were undefeated, successfully helping Country J to retain the legendary Namboku Line! “Who could fight such people?! “In Hong Kong and Las Vegas, I’m afraid only a few people like the don of Briewood and the branch leader of Longmen could fight against them, right?” Those second generations knew Vince’s background very well. Thus, they also understood how horrifying the Four Brothers of the Evans were. The

“We have the holy fire, the angel who wings, the shield of God and the one who is not named. Prayer works both ways. If we meet Carnage members, we can pray for a painless death.” Only Killian enjoyed his morbid sense of humour. The human shield patted the only girl on their team and promised to protect her. Zen saw the faint blush on the petite girl’s cheeks. It was a good idea to put them together, after all. Similar to how Jessica could control her berserker lover, the chemistry between the shield and a hypnotist was good. Party Prayer was also well-balanced. Zen decided on Killian as the offence power, the human shield as the tank and defence. Oriole was the supporting party, and Faceles

Alpha Tim asked, pulling me away from my phone. “Yes. I had someone I thought might help.” My words were distracted. “But he wanted to wait for his true mate and he didn’t want me to resent him later.” The alphas all nodded their heads. I slid my phone back into my pocket and tucked that information away. I told them about Nina and Nadine. About Vince. Brandon. And finally, I got to the end. “They call themselves the Brotherhood of Blood.” Thoth stiffened beside me. But my dad furrowed his brow. “Who does?”