Novel & Cerita My Brother's Keeper The Vampire Diaries

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

“Do not call me that.” Auren stepped backward. “You told me he was dead.” “I needed you to believe he was dead.” “You let me spend thousands of years believing I killed my own brother.” “You did not kill him.” “You made me believe I did!” The First Mother's voice broke. “Because if you knew he was alive, you would have gone looking for him.” “And?” “You would have found the Keeper.” Emily felt Kael's hand tighten around hers. “What is the Keeper?” Neither of them answered.

OG practitioners of whatever twisted magic was festering down here before the kingdom even had a name. Lyra didn’t flinch. Or at least, she faked it well. “You did this. You’re the one who got your claws into my brother, showed him how to mess with the protection spells.” Keeper just grinned wider, like he’d just won the lottery. “We’ve been prepping him for his real job. And now it’s your turn, omega. You and your family, there’s stuff in your blood we need. Stuff your world’s forgotten. But trust me, we’re gonna remind everyone.”

"He’s just a man. You... you're a god in a hoodie, Caleb. And it’s terrifying. Because I don't know if I'm talking to my brother or the 'Keeper' of some ancient grudge." "I'm your brother," Caleb said, as his silver eyes softened, though they didn't turn back to brown. "But the Keeper is the one who’s going to have to save your lives when the ground opens up. So decide now; do you want the brother who lies, or the Keeper who survives?"

My mouth goes dry as my eyes continue to roam over her delicious body, and I forgot for a second that I was standing next to her brother. I don't have any words. I can't even form them to respond to my best friend. “I'm going to kill her,” he snarled, slammed his beer cup onto the table and started shoving people out of his way and made his course towards his sister. I followed quickly behind him, thrusting a boy out of my way when he tried to take a swing at my best friend. When we finally made our way to them, Jason grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her towards him.

They wondered if I had a long history of bad deeds that even my own mother could not stand me. Unlike my mother's calm and indifferent attitude, Ian seemed a little anxious. He kept smoking at the door because he had too many cases against him. He was also afraid of being recognized. A hand suddenly patted his shoulder. "You must be Ian." He nearly jumped up in fright, but the police officer simply handed him an amulet. "Your brother left this behind before he left. Take it home." I had never let that amulet out of my sight. I had a high fever when I was three, and my mother had specially gotten it to bless me. Back then, our relationship was not so strained, and this amulet held precious me

Lilith stammered. "The name is Ayodeji." Deji rebuffed, plunging towards the other vampire. He made a spade of his fingers and shoved them into the vampire’s chest. It wasn’t an easy task, but the pressure with which he thrust up his arms penetrated skin and muscle and slid between ribs. The heart pulsed slippery against his squeezed fingertips. Gritting his fangs and jabbing harder, he pierced through the heart muscles and tore out the entirety of the vampire's spine along with its heart. Blood splashed on my face as I watched my brother murder a person but the strange warm fuzzy feeling within me couldn't allow me to acknowledge how messed up the scenario in front of me was. My brother wal

I perform a complicated mid-air manoeuvre, awkwardly wrapping her in my jacket before I fly up to the peaks where my brother hid his house. I land outside his massive gates and push the buzzer. No one answers on the other side, but he would have sensed my approach. We share a bloodline, and as such, we’re connected. “Vesper,” I say. “Help.” Vesper used to be a druid, and he employed all the ancients spells he learned to protect his home against vampires. All vampires, including me. I can’t get in unless he lets me in. In the distance, I hear my brother’s front door open and close. I don’t know if he’ll come out himself or if he'll send someone. I’m immensely relieved when I see my brother’s

“I know, Abe. It is not my first hunt.” “Of course.” he chuckled, looking down for a moment, before his gaze lifted again. “Keep vigilant… and Marley.” I waited, seeing his emotions flitting in his gaze as his eyes moved between moss green and silver. “This killer, targets vampires. Keep my little brother safe.”

All I feel is the pain. My brother is a twin lycan as well. His name is Jevon. He is your brother's Lycan. I didn't know lycans had brothers. Yes. Now try to not focus on the pain. This is your first shift. The pain is great, but it will pass.