All Chapters of BLOODBOUND - THE VAMPIRE TRIALS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

The bond snapped like a whip.Azric was the first to move again, because of course he was.He stalked toward me with that smile that meant ruin, his violet eyes already darkening with magic. “You’ve been teasing us all night,” he murmured. “That red dress. That throne stunt. Those images you shoved into our heads before dinner—”“You liked those,” I said, chin tilting up.“Oh, we loved them,” Daxos said from behind, voice rougher than usual.I turned, he was unstrapping his war leathers, letting them fall to the floor like they were suffocating him. The markings on his chest glowed faintly, magic pulsing like a war drum beneath his skin.Sevrin hadn’t moved yet.But his eyes…His silver eyes tracked every inch of me like he was deciding how many sins he could commit in a single breath.“You’re mine,” he rasped. “Ours

The courtyard still crackled behind us, the scent of scorched flesh thick in the air like a warning. Blood and prophecy clung to me in equal measure. My steps weren’t graceful, they were raw, each one carved from will alone. I didn’t walk back inside.I stalked.Barefoot. Smoking. Broken.The stone beneath me hissed from the heat of my skin. No one dared speak. No one dared move. The nobles parted like reeds before a storm. My eyes were forward, unflinching. My mates flanked me in silence, radiating rage like shields made of fury.Only when the palace doors slammed shut behind us did the spell break.My knees buckled.Daxos caught me before I hit the floor, his arms locking around my waist with a growl of pure instinct. My head fell against his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat, w

The crack still ran down the center of the book’s final page, thin as a splinter, dark as ash. No words had returned. No ink. No revelation.Just that damn humming.I’d traced the curve of it over and over again with my fingertips until my skin was raw and my nerves on edge. But whatever was hidden inside that page refused to show itself.“Maybe it’s cursed,” Sevrin said from the far corner of the chamber. “Wouldn’t be the first time the Council tried to bury knowledge behind a spell designed to break minds.”“It’s not cursed,” Nyra snapped, though she didn’t sound sure anymore. “It’s cloaked.”“And cloaked from who?” Sevrin shot back. “Because apparently not from her.” He nodded to me, pacing again like his body couldn’t handle stillness. “Every time she touches it, something pulses. But to the rest of us? Nothing. Not even a flicker.”“She’s changing,” Daxos said, quietly. “We knew that already.”And that, more than anything, shut Sevrin up.The silence that followed was heavy.Like

It didn’t start as a whisper this time.It started as a pulse.A deep, bone-deep thrum that rippled through my blood like a second heartbeat.The mark on my palm, faint for days, flared to life without warning, veins of molten gold streaking up my arm and threading beneath my skin until it looked like roots trying to escape. It hurt, but not in a way I could fight. It was a summons I couldn’t ignore.I was still furious at it.The forest had taken my flame. It had burned me hollow and left me gasping in the dirt. Now, it dared call me back as if I were its tethered hound.And gods help me… I answered.Nyra didn’t even try to stop me. She was already waiting at the threshold of the palace doors when I shoved them open, her satchel slung over her shoulder, the chained book pressed tight against her spine. Her sharp green eyes met mine, and in them, I saw no surprise, only grim certainty.“It’s louder this time,” she said.“It doesn’t stop,” I rasped, flexing my burning hand. “It’s clawin