A Fate Inked In Blood Series Novels & Stories

My fingers became wet. Dark red liquid spread across my skin. I sniffed it. Rose’s blood. My heart almost stopped beating.

The blood flowed, glowing a soft, menacing red, weaving itself into an intricate knot around our joined hands. I laid out the terms, binding her to protect Trisha and Gavin from all harm, and binding myself to tell the truth. She had no choice but to repeat the words, her voice filled with hatred. As she spoke the final, sealing phrase, “Let it be,” the blood seared into our skin, leaving behind a scar. Half of an infinity symbol on me, half on her. A permanent reminder of our pact. I pulled my hand away, the rage in my chest momentarily replaced by cold, hard victory. I looked from the Queen to the Alpha Shifter, and then back to the image of Trisha on the screen.

I looked at the empty bottle, then at the pen. "Rowan," I said. "If the ink is unlimited... it's not in the bottle, is it?" Rowan looked at me, his hazel eyes wide. "Kaima, what are you saying?" "The ink is in **Us**," I said. I took the pen and I didn't write on the air. I pressed the tip of the pen against my own **Heart**. ***"Chapter 66: The Blood of the Author."*** As I wrote the words on my skin, my blood didn't come out red.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

I stutter. “Your blood.” I shake my head. “No.” “You are descending the stairs of denial again, Faye.” He sighs, throwing the blade into the table. My eyes are glued at the spot pulsing gently with black blood. It is the same I have seen with the vampires, and other creatures in Alkhemi—the dead. “No, i-it’s…” “It is black because you have died, and have been reborn through Sin,” he says. “Like every one of his creations.”

Fate asked, challenging her. She replied with a smirk. She lifted her hands from the table. Mist surrounded them. The sun suddenly set, and the moon rose to the clouds. Luna chanted under her breath like usual, but this time everyone watched closely, knowing that their future was ironically at stake. For once, Luna did something different. She brought her wrist to her mouth and bit it, allowing the blood to flow and drop generously before the wound sealed. Fate’s eyes narrowed. The blood slowly began to take solid form, then blue blood appeared, making the others hiss out.

Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them." But I couldn't ignore her beating pulse, fully aware of my throbbing razor-edged teeth begging me to bite her, right in the throat where her vein promises worldly pleasure. My head slowly went down to the crook of Cammie's slender neck. Her scent was getting sharper as my nose traced faintly over her smooth skin. Hot saliva flooded my mouth. I could feel her heartbeat against her chest. It made my mind twirl. I just wanted to bury my aching teeth in her vein, drinking her fresh youthful blood to my heart's content. But Cammie still didn't make any effort to stop me.

The night will fall like the snow in the winter season And the day will come like a flower that blooms in springtime. War shall cause the lives of many and the weak shall suffer. But lo, and behold, in a family of winter shall come the Blood Star of every generation. Strength and might that shall spill the blood of its Adversary by the death with its soul." Tangled in the fate of the past, the story of the next Blood Star has begun.

If he opts to discard me in her favor, I will depart with nothing since I didn't possess alpha status. I wasn't sure how it would unfold, but I could feel it wouldn't end well. As we ran, Scarlett and I felt an intense ache in our hearts, and there was no need to think about what was transpiring. Jack and I were connected through our marking, so I would feel the suffering whenever he was intimately connected with someone.