Wrath Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels & Stories

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

Cosmic Darkness is not a good choice in this kind of situation. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Dark Knights!” I shouted and then, I pointed my celestial weapon that had turned into scepter to the swarm of lowly demons. Many knights wearing heavy metal black armors appeared on the air simultaneously and they came with black Pegasus. They attacked the enemies nonstop, slashing them from everywhere until those demons become smithereens of black ashes.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

"I knew you were here to take my husband from me, you bitch!" Preston did not stop Tara from attacking me because he wanted to teach me a lesson after how I openly went against him. My body, already bruised and injured, was thrown onto the floor again. This time, I retaliated by grabbing what was within reach and flung them at Tara. Stools, vases, and decorative pieces sailed through the air, hitting Tara. Preston, who stood beside her, became collateral damage. "That's enough!" Preston bellowed as he dodged the flying items.

It’s frivolous bullshit that won’t matter until my mate is home. We approach the porch to find my younger brother, drinking and joking with his friends. My gut swirls with uncertainty, the closer we get to them. My wolf on edge, but he always is when Braddock is near. He may be my brother, but we are as different as two people can be. “Oh, if it isn’t the prodigal son! He’s finally returned!” Brad calls, his words slurring from the moonshine in his drink. He stands from the rail he’s leaning against, to stumble along with a raised cup. “The future alpha of Blackstone.”

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

There he was, in a bloodstained tuxedo, standing on stage, making vows. What had Isabella felt, watching that? He couldn't bear the thought. He grabbed Sophia by the hair again and dragged her toward the door. "You really thought this wedding meant something? That you could compete with Isabella? You're nothing." He tossed her to his men. "Take her. Let the guys have their fun. Then feed her to the dogs. Leave no trace." Shock plastered across her face, Sophia couldn't believe it. The man who once adored her… had turned this cold, this ruthless.

I’m fucking obsessed when it comes to war with an enemy. The thrill hits differently… I could smell their fear, see their lines ready to break, and feel the tension in the air. Every imagined growl stirred something wild inside me. I live for the moment they realize they picked the wrong pack to fuck with. Jackson Black had focused on the wrong pack tonight. Then a voice cut through the shadows. “Don’t tell me Roman Bone refused to show up for a brother pack again this time?” Drake Seeker said as he walked forward. His warriors marched behind him, eyes sharp and ready.

Who would have done this to him? “This is what happens when we go soft,” Griff said, voice sharp as broken glass. “they left him like trash.” A growl rippled through the room. Fists slammed tables and curses filled the air. Griff slammed his palm on the table. “We’re striking back tonight. No mercy.” Murmurs rose. Some nodded, eyes blazing for vengeance while others shifted uncomfortably, glancing at one another like they weren’t sure this was the way. I stayed silent. My chest felt heavy, like every heartbeat was dragging me closer to a choice I didn’t want to make.