Vishous Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels & Stories

“Why is my brother’s name on a fucking kill-list?!” -----

A face only a mother could love. I squeezed my eyes shut as it turned my head... But Bax... Then its attention snapped up the hill in the opposite direction of where we just rolled from, as if it could hear what I couldn’t, making almost all of its weight painfully shift onto my left arm. I used this moment to buck my hips and toss it off me, quickly rolling to my stomach and staggering to my feet, coughing up the blood working to drown me and spitting it out. I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

I finally choked out, praying to whatever supreme being that sat on a throne in the sky to help me. A scream ripped from my lungs when I was yanked forward, my arm almost snapping off from the brute force. I came face to face with the evilest eyes I had ever seen and fangs that peeked from sneering lips. He had a scar that ran along his papery left cheek to his chin bare of any facial hairs. I thought vampires were supposed to be good-looking and kind… that's what you all portrayed in the books and movies. But this man looked like he dined and slept with Lucifer himself, probably his fifth brother (seven brothers of hell).

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER NINETEEN BETRAYALS UNFOLD “Loyalty isn’t tested when things are calm. It’s tested when you hold the gun.” They didn’t return to the estate right away. Not after the Vitale compound burned. Not after Emilia’s mother was dragged out of the shadows like a half-dead secret. Not after Jace disappeared into smoke with half the truth still in his mouth. Instead, they moved everyone to the blacksite—one of Alessio’s off-grid locations with biometric locks, walls laced with Kevlar, and only five people who knew it existed. And now, three of those five were dead. Which meant someone was selling coordinates. Again.

"I remember being attacked by a dark shadow. There was even black fog radiating off of him." "That's a shapeshifter's real form. They don't exactly have a body. They appear as a shadow with fog waving off of them." At the mention of that, I got goosebumps. That sounds super creepy. I hope I would never have to encounter one again in my life. "Now, it's getting late. We should go." Damon started to lead the way out. "Wait, I want to learn more about you," I said while walking side by side. "That'll be for another day," he said and I didn't protest any further because I was indeed getting tired.

Blood dripped onto the table as his voice thundered. “How did they get back on their feet so quickly?” he snarled, his fiery eyes locking onto the man before him, Vasyl "The Viper", a notorious figure in the Khalidan underworld. “ Vasyl, you assured me you had everything under control. You promised me they’d crumble!”

I guess the best way to describe it is how someone would feel if they were stuck in a tiger’s cage─you never know when it’ll strike. “Voodoo, I’m Logan Blake. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Logan steps beside him and also extends his hand rigidly. Voodoo takes his hand stiffly. Logan gestures to the others. “You already know Rogue and Phoenix.” Voodoo nods as he observes Logan make the introductions. “And this is my brother Ewan, who goes by the handle Shadow.”

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.