Baca Blood Link Novels & Stories

I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" "The blood," he said as he pulled out a vial of AB. The black ink on the vial read Rh-negative, and I felt myself salivate at the look of it. "This blood type is very rare in human society. It's also delicious for us, well, not as tasty as yours. More importantly, it's from a healthy and energetic human donor. You would love it once you tried."

As if she had always belonged to them, and they to her. Kira stumbled forward, hand over her heart, eyes wide in something like awe. “What are you doing?” she breathed. Tessa opened her eyes, and they were silver-fire bright. “I didn’t mean to. It’s... happening on its own.” Marcus didn’t kneel again. But he bowed his head low, whispering like a man who had just witnessed divinity made flesh. “The Bloodlink,” he murmured. “The old rite. Lost since the Second Moonfall.”

"You can see he starts to look worried, and then a few moments later, runs out of there like a fly in a beehive." "And this is important because?" Alex took her hand off the makeshift bandage and looked at the blood smeared all over it. Jack, showing concern, reached for the first aid kit. "It's scientific proof of the Link. It really exists and yours matches perfectly to his, not a ratio of a wave. It's the strongest Link I have seen yet. Once I analyze this data I might be able to figure out how to make something to unlink the Link. An Unlinker..." She tapped her lip thinking of a better name.

“Okay, he should have already explained this to you. However, if you don’t mind hearing some of it from me, then I will continue." I nod, wanting to know where he was going with this and how it would be possible to talk to Julian without any sort of assistance. “Okay. You have Julian’s blood inside you, which completed what we call a blood bond. A blood bond connects two or more people together. So, close your eyes and relax.” I do as he says, closing my eyes and relaxing as much as I can. He then says, “Good. Now focus only on him and open your mind.”

In the distance, I saw Victoria half running towards me. "What happened?" I asked, worried that something bad had happened to her. "I found a clue," Victoria replied. Then, she handed me two journals. "Look at this!" Victoria pointed to a picture in one of the journals. "Any blood that flows in the body of a Salvatore descendant will be intertwined. They may be in different places and never even know that there is another Salvatore blood hiding their identity. But they will always be connected by every drop of blood that flows in their bodies." Victoria read one of the paragraphs under the picture.

"Why could Lia sense a direction when my mate bond can't even give me scraps?" I hesitated. The old words felt dangerous to say aloud, almost like speaking them could wake the ghosts I'd spent years trying to bury. "Northern Vale records described something called a blood echo. Rare. Poorly understood. Some children from unusually strong Alpha bloodlines could sense their closest blood relatives through emotional or physical changes. Distance, pain, movement—small signs carried through the blood." Killian's expression changed. I watched the memory hit him. Lia sitting at the gate for days, refusing to move and insisting Candice would return. "She may never have been guessing," I said quietly

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.