Novel & Cerita Vishous Black Dagger Brotherhood

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Their hoods concealed their faces, casting them into a sea of shadows, allowing only the occasional glimpse of their cruel smiles and gleaming fangs. As the moon reached its zenith, the leader of the Black Wolves, a towering figure with blazing amber eyes, stepped forward. His voice, cold and commanding, echoed through the clearing, silencing the restless whispers among the pack. His words dripped with malice as he revealed their nefarious plan. "We gather here, my brethren, to devise the downfall of this nation that has long oppressed us. They have taken our wives and our children. Our salvation lies within the blood of Daphne, the harbinger of change," he declared, his voice carrying an un

she whispered. Rio’s gaze swept over the growing crowd—faces hardened by centuries of pain. “We have to.” From the tree line, Odessa watched him with an unreadable expression. “Valentine’s changing,” the silver-eyed woman murmured. Odessa’s lips curved faintly. “Good. He’ll need to.” But deep in the swamp, unseen and silent, something stirred. A figure cloaked in black—its glowing red eyes like embers in the dark. A Bloodhound. The Council’s most ruthless hunter.

"Your boyfriend has abandoned you, but Damian is willing to take you in, if you'd just agree to join him. You know, he's merciful, unlike his brother, who is also your boyfriend. I mean, I would have killed you on sight, sliced your body in half and keep one here in France and the other at Dashiell's gate," I gasped, the ropes adding immense pressure to my stomach. Brother? My thoughts drifted back to the night when Adela told me that Dashiell had a brother. "I see you are surprised," Anthony laughed. "Damian Blackwood is the first son of Donovan Blackwood, and no…he is not illegitimate, he was born from the same womb as Dashiell. And he is here to redeem us from this era of darkness." A cou

Dacian POV Mother fucking back… rib stabbing Sevastian. I don’t care that he’s my brother by blood. He has betrayed me and the rest of the Death Legion in favor of those go monkeys in The Black Vipers. They dumped me just inside werewolf territory, knowing the sun would be up soon and if I somehow found shelter without help, I’d be dead before the wolves found me. Sev trusted the wolves would find and kill me if I lived that long.

He asked himself as he tucked himself to sleep. He closed his eyes and all he could see was the Gobi Desert after Quillion left Vesper in the middle of the road. He found her in a bloody weak state. Her bones are broken and blood gushing out from her wounds. She’s barely conscious. He put his danger laced with nightshade against her throat but instead of killing her, he decided to keep her under his wing. With the council of Vampires gone and the Black Orders' strength threatening the balance of power.

OZZY’S POV “There’s a reason for that,” I said at last, not looking at him but at the empty blackboard behind him. “My… past isn’t like most people’s. And my mother… my mother was **Visha**.” Ahvi's eyes became wide open while he momentarily stopped crying. No one whispered the name **Visha** in this town. The name **Visha** appeared etched into this location's foundations and it remained present after five years. **They all knew the story. The legend. The horror. **

Lila's pov “This is Caleb A.K.A black vortex” Damon said, nodding toward the figure in the corner. “He works with me as my side kick” Immediately, I heard the name "Black Vortex," and my breath hitched.The name wasn’t just familiar; it was infamous. Black Vortex was a shadow in the underground world, a digital phantom who could infiltrate the most secure systems without leaving a trace. He also had the ability to manipulate shadows, bending them to his will, creating illusions that could disorient or terrify his enemies. This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness.

Dark Shadow turned to command Bloodlust, but what she saw caused her blood to run cold. Bloodlust was standing silently with a stunned look on her face. In front of her was the headless corpse of her brother who was still smiling. Even as his head been robbed from him, he had not a clue what was happening! It was then that Dark Shadow understood. The enemy had not targeted her first. Their first target was Breaker!