Novel & Cerita Banished By Blood Bound By Fate

If she didn’t find a way to break it, they were both doomed. The priest’s voice rang out again, but Seraphina barely heard him over the pounding of her heart. She felt as though she were floating, her mind and body disconnected, suspended in a haze of confusion and fear. "Dorian Nightbane, Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, and Seraphina Vale, now bound by the Bloodmoon, you are one under the moon’s gaze. May your union be strong and may the curse that haunts you be lifted by the power of your bond."

“Yes.” “Why?” “Because you should not exist,” he said simply. Her jaw tightened—but she didn’t recoil. “Explain.” Caelen’s gaze sharpened, something like respect flickering there. “You are a convergence of forces that were never meant to align within one vessel. Bloodlines. Bonds. Power restrained by love instead of domination.” He took a step closer. The wards hummed faintly but did not resist him. “That has happened before,” Amelia said quietly. “Yes,” he agreed. “And it always ended in ruin.”

His tone was naive, a desperate attempt at reassessment. Tina shook her head, her hair cascading like dark waves around her. “No,” she insisted. “The curse was specific. A life for a life. Only a soul bound to his could break the chains we forged. It was a poetic encapsulation of sacrifice. One heart to save another, one bond to shatter the darkness.” Bran snarled, his fangs peeking out slightly as his frustration mounted. “A soul bound to his? You mean someone who willingly… or unwillingly… became his thrall? How… unfortunate.” His voice dripped with disbelief, the thought gnawing at his instincts.

And soon, I will stand beside Michael Shelby. My mother's brother, Finn Shelby, the uncle I wish I never had, the only male and oldest standing member of the Shelby dynasty, a man with a ruthless ambition and an infamous name, not known for being peaceful, murdered his own brothers and their sons to secure his place as the bloodline to be the next ruler in Fox City. He marries his brother's wife, Esme Wenston. The result of that bloody union was Michael Shelby. The long flight back home had left me exhausted, but the thought of what awaited me was a different kind of fatigue —a pain to my soul as it screams for divine help.

The air thickened, humming with raw, ancient power. And then a voice, not Alejandro’s, rolled across the clearing, layered with fire and echo, so vast that even the air seemed to bow beneath it. “You call them monsters,” the voice thundered, both flame and shadow. “But they are not born, they are bound.” Every member of the Haven froze. The power in that voice was nothing like their Alpha’s usual control. It was older, heavier, terrifying and divine all at once. “The souls of the slain, witches, vampires, wolves, and humans, trapped in the twilight between life and death. The forbidden art that commands them is Sanguis Vinculum, the Blood Binding.”

Zaya’s breath hitched as realization dawned. “No,” she said, shaking her head violently. “You’re not doing this. Whatever that is, it’s blood magic. That’s forbidden.” He finally looked at her then, his golden eyes burning like wildfire. “Forbidden doesn’t matter when your life is on the line.” Her knees almost buckled. “What… what does it involve?” He stood slowly, stepping toward her with the dagger glinting in his grip. “A blood oath,” he said simply, though his voice carried the weight of centuries. “Your blood. My blood. Bound together in the old way.”

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

And the former Don of the Iron Guard. My eyes raced over the covenant’s final line. My breath died in my throat. The blood-bond didn’t transfer the Sterling vaults to the husband upon marriage. The ancient covenant stated that the moment the bride signed the ledger, the Sterling bloodline was legally extinguished, surrendering every vault, title, and life right directly to the elder witness who presented the bride. My father wasn’t selling me to Lautaro. He was using Lautaro’s presence to legitimize a ceremony that would legally strip both of us of our lives, allowing him to execute Lautaro and me under the authority of Guild law.

I screamed, pulling my hand back, staring at my own skin in utter horror. ​A black mark was forming—small, faint, pulsing with a dim, familiar red light. ​The exact same mark that scarred Lysander’s back. ​"Now," the figure whispered, its voice fading along with its smoke as it was swallowed by the dawn light creeping over the horizon, "we are bound, Thalia. You, me, and your Lycan King. Until we meet again, when your blood has finally, truly matured." ​The figure vanished completely. With it, the entire army of shadows besieging the castle dissolved like mist in the morning sun.

“She’s all I have.” Something deep inside my ribcage shifts something I don’t want shifting. When it comes to blood relations I too only have my sister. Albeit I’m not raising her. My mother died when we were younger and then my father was killed by Luca in order to free Sofia from the physically and emotionally dangerous life he was trying to force her into. “Matteo?” she says softly. “Yeah?” “Please… don’t feel obligated to be nice to me. I'm not your problem to fix.”