Banished By Blood Bound By Fate Novels & Stories

She looked away, her heart beating fast in her chest. She had heard that name before. Everyone had. Dominic Romano—the man they called The Black King. He was the heir to the Romano Mafia Empire. People said he never smiled. That he didn’t forgive. That his hands were clean not because he avoided blood, but because others cleaned up after him. And now she was being given to him. Like a gift. Like an object or what will she call it. “Why?” Amara whispered. Carla sighed. “It’s a peace deal. Between your uncle and the Romanos. The marriage will stop the fighting. And you… you’re the only Leone girl left.”

"You've been suppressing it for too long." She shook her head. "That's impossible. I'm not that strong." Kael crouched in front of her, his expression serious now. "You're not supposed to be. Not unless you were born with bound magic." She stared at him. "You keep saying that. What does it even mean?" He studied her wrist again, the mark still glowing faintly. "When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms."

She didn't need to. "You can't just walk away from the union! The Blood Bond isn't a choice, it’s a biological imperative! I can feel the phantom itch of your mark on my own soul, even if I can't see it on your skin anymore," Zilo hissed, reaching out a trembling hand as if he could grasp the invisible threads of the past. "You are our mate. You are the catalyst that binds the Triad together. Without you, we are just aging predators waiting for the frost to take us."

The memory of Francesca’s dying words echoed faintly: “We are all bound, my darling. To blood. To power. To the things we love enough to destroy.” Bianca took up her pen. The ink bled dark and slow. BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING. She whispered the words aloud. They felt right, raw, terrible, true. The title was not about submission, but consequence. Not about worship, but survival. The testament of a woman who had stood before gods and chosen to remain mortal. For a moment, she simply stared at it. Then she smiled a quiet, tired smile. “So be it.” Night fell like silk. The estate slept. Bianca sat alone again, finishing the final page.

“But they were banished centuries ago..” “They were,” Kael said grimly. “Ronan must have found a way to summon one.” The Shade tilted its head, voice whispering like dead leaves. “Child of moonblood,” it said, eyes fixed on me. “Your heart beats with prophecy. The bond of blood and flame shall decide the fate of the packs.” Kael stepped in front of me, blade raised. “Say another word and I’ll..” “fall,” the Shade finished. “As he did before you. History repeats, Alpha.”

"The ones who broke your binding. They are dead, all three of them. Someone killed them right after you left." My blood ran cold. "Who?" "We do not know," Tharis said. "But whoever it was left a message carved into the ground beside their bodies." "What did it say?" Zyros demanded. Tharis met our eyes. "It said 'The binding was just the beginning. The real curse is in her blood. And it cannot be broken.'" I felt the world tilt as I heard him say that. "What does that mean?"

Ten years ago. The night our fates intertwined. The legends were clear. A vampire prince and a human are fated only once a millennium. It’s the call of the ancient Blood Bond. Reject it, and a deadly curse backfires on you. Unless the human willingly sacrifices everything. "My Prince, the ancient Bond has chosen," the Head Elder warned softly. "To hell with the Bond!" Dorian ripped the black rose—the symbol of our tie—from his chest. "I will never accept a filthy mortal as my mate!"

“Well simple. Every vampire who was born after that time would not be created to their full potential not because they deserved it but because the high gods wanted to punish everyone as a lesson to others.” I shook my head. That is exactly why I was surprised when they told me about Beymir. He knew the risks involved with going after a throne that he was given. Hell, we were already living in one problem and trying to solve that. How could he be so stupid and greedy? “And was a way out ever given?” He asked. “Yes.” “What is it?” The grey mother followed. “Well… it goes like this. Only the joining of the banished blood shall restore what was broken.”

I barely budged despite his anger, knowing what exactly would happen if he tried to lay a hand on me, but was surprised when my view suddenly changed from the furious vampire to that of the alpha’s back. “She said she was sorry. It was an accident. Back down.” He didn’t hesitate and tried to protect me. “Hey, don’t-” I tried to stop him, but he was already about to square up to the vampire. Before they could actually fight, the club’s wards began to take effect. They both stumbled on the ground in an instant. The wards physically torture those who are hostile. For vampires, they would feel like they haven’t fed in centuries, desiccating without an ounce of blood in their system. As for werew

he asked when he saw my face. “Hellebore is controlling Lazarus with a vial of blood.” “Vial of blood?” he asked, sitting up, “blood magic is forbidden in hell, has been for hundreds of years." “You know what it is?” I asked, sitting beside him. He nodded, “A demon can force a bond with someone by taking their blood and keeping it on them, the blood is used in a ritual to bind the being to them with the blood making it impossible to turn down their orders, if they somehow manage to defy an order their blood would boil, and the creature would be rendered to ash. It is not an easy bond to break. It is why it has been outlawed. I outlawed blood magic when I became king because I could see what