Baca Blood Link Novels & Stories

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"

"No, I haven't forgotten. Just now....I completed the ritual. He quickly dug his fangs into the Queen's neck as he drank her blood, his eyes glowing red. The taste of it flooded his senses and he moaned in delight, a growl rolling from the back of his throat. The Queen was delicious, so unbelievably sweet. The most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life, he couldn't help but want more. Wanted to drain every last drop from her body but he was not allowed to do that. Blood Link is a special and very ancient ritual of the coven, in which a Moroi Ace who would become King drinks the blood of the current Queen or King to enhance their powers so that they can increase their abilities. The

“Great, I’m starving. I wasn’t able to get anything but strong coffee for breakfast. I was in and out of meetings all morning, but I wanted to be here to talk to you about what I found in your blood.” He sits down as a bring over the iced tea that I had sitting outside in the sun. When I get back in that my son had all the paperwork on the table. I pour the tea as he ruffles through the papers. “I found something unusual in your blood. Now if I were human, I’d probably not even seen it, or just look over it.” “And what is that?” “Traces of the fountain of youth.” “Are you sure about that?”

“Go home mother, I thank you for your—help, but you are not welcome here” I try biting Ivan’s fingers, but he stays locked onto me, even when my teeth press against his bone. Gunnar, if I was truly the new Blood Alpha, I would be able to link Gunnar. I close my eyes as Ivan argues with Alpha Phoenix, looking for a link to Gunnar. It didn’t take me long to find it along with avaliable links to the entire Blood Pack. “Help me Gunnar.” I had no idea how far away they were, no idea if he would have heard the link but I had to try.

"No." Lucien tried to sit up fully, but failed. "I've felt her through the bond. Her emotions, her intentions. She's not lying." "Bonds can be faked," Cassius said quietly. "It's rare knowledge, but possible. Ancient witch magic combined with vampire blood rituals. Create a false bond that feels real to both parties. Perfect way to infiltrate enemy ranks." Sera's head spun. Could bonds be faked? Although her grandmother's understanding was incomplete, she had never heard of it. Furthermore, most people wouldn't be aware that it was feasible if it were sufficiently uncommon.

“But leverage will make it more than potential. We let him live. Bram seeded the case.” Ines’s eyes flicked to Bram, who gave a curt nod. “Good,” she said. Then, after a beat: “Risky.” “Always.” Varian leaned both hands on the table, scanning the list. His finger tapped once against a name written crooked in Leth’s hurried scrawl. “This one. Cross-reference. If it links back to Corsair, we burn the channel before they know we’ve seen it.” Ines tilted her head. “And if it doesn’t?”

He glared down at her, but she didn’t so much as flinch under the deadly look that would have withered warriors and hunters alike. “What are you running from, James?” Soft eyes fixed on him in defiant challenge. “I’m sure it can’t be me scaring you off.” He scoffed at the idea, and shook his head, refusing to let her see how close to the mark she might be. “Do you know what you’re asking for, Grace? If you take my blood, a part of you will be linked to me for as long as I’m alive. It’s an unbreakable connection.”

"Does that make it right?" "It makes it necessary." I grabbed his bloody hand, forcing him to look at me. "The Blood-Link isn't just a scent, Dante. It’s a haunting. Your body knows how to survive even when your soul wants to quit. Don't fight it. If you fight it, we die." He pulled his hand away, a look of pure loathing on his face. Not for me. For himself. "Is this what our life was? Me killing, and you watching?"

Emma asked. "My family has some secret books about vampires," I said. "Ancient texts, journals from hunters and scholars who studied them for centuries. And in those texts, there's extensive documentation about the sire link." I walked close to them and then set my wine glass down on the table between them. "A vampire's sire link," I explained, "binds their life to the life of the one who created them. If that sire still lives, the fledgling can regenerate—even from something as final as losing a heart.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “A bond between you and the alpha who donates blood can only happen if both of you desire it during the process. If you begin the procedure while holding the thought that you’d like to be with that person afterward, your bloodline is strong enough to pick up on that intention and manifest it. Who’s this alpha you believe would be willing to give their blood?”