Vishous Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels & Stories

I thundered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Better to die than to live in defeat! Ivan taught me that, though he never understood the lesson himself.” He bellowed. The sirens were getting louder, and I could see flashing lights through the broken windows. The FBI was here, but they were too late. "This is your last chance," Vlad said, pulling out a lighter. "Join me in death, or die alone knowing you failed everyone you've ever loved." I looked at this man who shared my grandfather's blood, the Volkov's blood. Thirty years of hatred had turned him into something monstrous.

Hours later, near the border pits of the lower eastern district, Vane steps into a dimly lit, shadow-draped tavern where three high-tier wolves sit in silence at a corner table. Tavian Blackridge—a massive, broad-shouldered shadow-wolf whose sheer physical size intimidates even veteran enforcers—looks up from his iron tankard, his dark eyes instantly locking onto Vane. Beside him sits Solomon Veyne, the lean, silver-throated battle-bard whose sonic magic had been silenced by Cassiel’s greed, and Seraphine Crowmoor, the lethal female commander who had been framed by Darius to clear a path for his mistress.

His bone cracked loudly. He whimpered like a child. "Fuck, Dimitri, the Bratva wouldn't forgive you for this. They wouldn't —" "I don't care." I said firmly, cutting him off immediately. I lowered the gun at the other thigh. "You have three minutes before I cripple you totally." He stopped struggling. "It's Malthius —" he cried out. "What did you say?" "Malthius, from the outpost." He repeated, his voice broken and cracked.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

I clenched my fists and tossed my phone to the other side of the room just as a knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” I said gruffly. The door opened as Vasil walked in, the Black Moon Pack’s liaison. He was a witch from a smaller coven, but his ambition and his skin were unmatched. I turned to him. “What the hell is happening to me?” His eyes widened. “Other than you gushing blood from your nose and eyes?” I reached up to the warm, sticky trails down my face. The dizziness made me swoon. Then, all I saw was him coming towards me, casting a spell over me as everything went dark. As the world drifted away, I swore I heard a woman’s voice.

Then I went to the place where Echo, who was now staring at me, waiting for me to take him from the hands of the other two. "It's not because of it. But we will surely get back to you after this. We aren't done yet with our personal fights." The red haired guy replied to my question. "I can't still forget what your sister did to us." I think they are talking about how Vanessa broke their bones when they are in the woods. "You are part of Black Organization, so why are you doing this?" They smirked. "Who says we are part of this damn organization? No way we will be associated with weak humans." This time it was the guy with black hair who spoke.

The black mist that had tainted his skin dissipated, revealing smooth, radiant flesh that glowed with a healthy sheen. "So, it was a voodoo bug," Chase muttered. These black-robed men appeared to belong to some ancient sect of assassins skilled in using voodoo techniques. Their dark arts allowed them to absorb the life force and energy of others to strengthen themselves. It was a cruel and insidious method. The man Chase had just killed was likely a spy, tasked with gathering intelligence. He carried strange and valuable techniques, making him a significant asset. "What a pity he's gone," Chase said with a tinge of regret.

"These are my brothers, Dominic and Darius." Blackthorne. My blood turned to ice. Everyone knew about the Blackthorne Pack, they were the most feared wolves in the region. Ruthless, violent, and completely without mercy. What were they doing here? The brother on the left, Dominic, I assumed, gave me what might have been a smile if it wasn't so predatory. He was handsome in a way that would probably make most girls swoon, with golden hair and features that belonged in a magazine. But his eyes held the same dangerous glint as his brothers'.

Right now, love and power are more important to Visha than some stupid deal her sister went into with the dark lord. Visha tossed restlessly on the bed. The thoughts of finding out what had indeed happened to her powers plagued her. She had to do something about it. Perhaps, since it's dead into the night and everyone seems to be asleep, it would be a good time to visit the Black Moon pack. Standing to her feet abruptly, Visha put on her usual black cloak, covering her head with the hood. She pulled her door open, a gasp escaping her lips when her gaze fell on a figure she never expected to see in her chamber. Klara. Her arms were crossed, and a sardonic smile played on her lips, instantly s

The True Vampire hissed, pressing his advantage, his fangs elongating. ​A white-armored boot slammed into the vampire’s chest. ​The impact launched the creature ten feet backward into the mud. Vesh stepped in front of me, his obsidian blade sweeping out to sever the vampire’s head before it could rise. ​Vesh didn't look back at me. "Keep your guard up, Blackwood. I won't always be there to babysit." ​I grit my teeth, pushing myself up from the mud. "I didn't ask for your help."