روايات وقصص ضمن Banished By Blood Bound By Fate

“She’s fighting with a god, Portia. It’s our fault why the prophecy happened and we’re the ones to pay for it." “It wasn’t the werewolves’ fault. It’s the witches’.” “There’s nothing we can do to undo the prophecy. And the werewolves’ alliance with the witches had led us to this.” He looked down on the water before continuing, “We’re not supposed to associate ourselves with the humans back then. But with the witch’s spells, we manage to break the boundary. That’s the tie that keeps our bond.” “She will protect us, Giofré. Just like how she protected me.” I laid a hand on his shoulder as he turned his head to me.

Within seconds, the man fell to the floor, lifeless, his body sprawled across the room. It was then that I noticed the other men in the hall. All eyes were fixed on Vincent, staring at him with heavy looks of judgment and respect. The tallest among them, with a dark aura, green eyes, and a voice reminiscent of a dark romance character, stepped forward. Without hesitation, he knelt before Vincent, drew a small blade, and with a firm motion, cut the palm of his hand. As the blood flowed, he solemnly repeated: "Blood to enter, blood to exit. My loyalty is yours."

"Sasha, I know you hated her, but respect her memory. For your information, I loved her, and that's why this is all fucked up." "You keep telling yourself that," Sasha sighed. "It's quite unfortunate that you had to find your mate in this situation, and she turned out to be someone you are supposed to kill." "I will kill her. I promise." Sasha chuckled. "You are bound by fate, whether you like it or not. She is human, a rogue, and the bloodline of the one who killed your beloved Luna, but that is the thrill of it. The moon goddess has certainly thrown you a curveball."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. Please read it to us." Chuckling, Winston began to read, "A blood curse binds them. Red blood, whether still or alive, will only be separated by the magic of the blue-blooded and white-haired ones. Death by time is nullified until the magic is lifted. The black sky ritual can only be revived by a mortal girl." Frowning, Triana turned to Vlador and saw him staring at the floor. From his expression, she suspected something was wrong. "That... sounds strange. I’m afraid I don’t understand." Triana said.

“Why? What do they want from me?” The leader inclined his head, retreating into the shadows. “Because you are the essence of the prophecy. The one who will either save the packs… or doom them.” The forest filled with a far-off howl—deep, haunting, steeped in lethal intent. Aiden pulled Helena tightly against him. “We need to go.” The leader’s words echoed back as the Bloodbound faded into the woods. “Brace yourselves. The Blood Oath will either grant you invincibility… or tear you to shreds.”

“It’s not simple, Alpha. It’s tied to the original binding. The curse was laid by intertwining two powerful, cursed bloodlines under dark magic. To break it… you must unbind them. Or, rather, re-bind them in a different way.” “Re-bind? What are you talking about?” Kieran swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the scrolls. “The texts are symbolic, difficult to interpret fully, but the core seems clear. The curse can only be undone by binding the two cursed bloodlines that were used to create it, but through a force stronger than the dark magic that bound them initially.” Damien’s mind raced. Two bloodlines? He knew Sofia’s, the Blackwoods. Who was the other? Was it connected to The Hollow Ord

Alone with the book. Its leather cover was warm under her fingertips, the glowing runes pulsing faintly as if sensing her presence. She ran her fingers over them before carefully opening it, her eyes scanning the first few pages. Ancient script covered the parchment, some of it in a language she could barely understand. But as she turned another page, the letters shifted, rearranging themselves into something readable. The sanctuary’s magic at work. "The Bloodbond is sacred, formed in the presence of the divine. It may lie dormant for years, hidden beneath the surface of the soul, until awakened by fate’s hand. But where one bond is strong, another may yet linger, its roots entwined with for

Chapter Three: Bound to the Enemy The walls of Kane’s chambers felt suffocating. Stone pressed in on me from every side, the air thick with his presence. I could feel the pull of the bond—the way my body betrayed me with its instinctual response to him—but I would not give in. Not to him. Not to the monster who had ruined everything.

The mortals, caught in the middle of this celestial battle, could do nothing but watch in horror as their world was torn apart. The Fates, once their fight was over, realized the magnitude of their mistake. They tried to clean up the mess they had made, sealing the veil and banishing the demons back to their realm. But it was too late. The damage had been done, and the demons had already sown their seeds of corruption. Halflings were born from the union of demons and mortals—creatures that were part human, part demon. These halflings, or Shades as they came to be known, were feared and hated by the mortal clans.

They were connected by these bright lines of light. The words underneath the picture made my blood run completely cold. "Soul bonding ritual. Warning: If one dies, both die." My hands started shaking so bad I almost dropped the book. I read the whole paragraph under that scary drawing. "Soul bonds created through blood magic cannot be broken by any means. The two subjects share their life force completely. Any injury to one will affect the other. Death of one person results in immediate death of both." I slammed the book shut as hard as I could.