روايات وقصص ضمن Banished By Blood Bound By Fate

I reached for her, but she recoiled as though my touch burned. The weight of forbidden love, of a mate bond we could never consummate, crashed over us. My wolf howled in agony, clawing at the cage of my chest, rage and devastation tearing through me. Because fate, in its cruel twist, had made me her mate and her brother. How do you walk away from the one person the moon destined for you, when they carry your blood?

“Once, maybe. But this one… binds life and death. When I saved you years ago, I sealed the wound you carried with my own blood. I didn’t know it would tether us.” “Tether us?” My stomach dropped. “You mean—” “Yes.” He stepped closer, eyes unreadable. “My life is tied to yours. Your pain becomes mine. Your death becomes mine.” I shook my head slowly, backing away. “That’s impossible. I didn’t ask for this.” “Neither did I.” His tone was flat, but beneath it, something trembled. “The Crimson Bond is ancient magic. When a Pureblood seer and a Darkborn Alpha cross paths in blood, fate takes its own price.”

“When I drew my first breath under the Blood Moon, the Moon Goddess marked me with light. I became the Moonbound, and through me, her children obeyed. Yet the power was never mine… it flowed through me, not from me. The bond is fragile, woven not through strength but through lineage. When my blood ceases, the bond shall shatter, and the four will slumber in anguish until my blood returns to breathe beneath her gaze once more. They shall awaken when the lost blood walks under a false moon, and the Moonbound trembles with divided hearts. Only she—the Daughter of the Moonbound—shall call them by name, and they shall answer. Her voice shall soothe their rage; her light shall mend their broken sp

That law hadn’t been spoken in over a century. Under Blood-Bound Sanctuary, the Alpha binds his authority and lifeforce to the protected individual. Any harm against them is an act of war against him directly. It was irreversible. And dangerous. “Think carefully—” Marris started. “I have,” Rex said, his voice ringing like iron on iron. “From this moment forward, Isabella is bound to Blackthorn by my blood. Any who move against her move against me.” The symbols flared white-hot. And somewhere deeper in the mountain, something answered.

“Ethan’s cruelty has no limits. Even now, he seeks to control you.” I pulled back slightly, my lips trembling. “Can it be broken?” He looked at me, his eyes blazing with determination. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and certain. “But it will not be easy. A blood oath is ancient magic, and to sever it, we must fight it with blood of our own.” A shiver ran through me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said, cupping my face in both hands, “that I will need to make my own vow, stronger than his. I will need to bind you to me—not as a possession, but as a protection. And to do that, blood must be spilled.”

“By blood, I bind.” “By blood, I bind.” “By blood, I bind.” The chamber echoed with it, a litany that grew heavier with every voice. Maxim felt their oaths pulling into him, stitching into his chest like burning thread. The Beast stretched, teeth bared in satisfaction, drinking the devotion like wine. Zara’s breath trembled beside him. She whispered low so only he could hear. “You’re tying them to the Beast, Maxim. If it devours you, it devours them.”

Present Day He vowed to love me. To protect me. To cherish me in sickness and in health, in darkness and in light. What a fucking joke that was. Fairy tales teach little girls to believe in happily ever after. But mine came wrapped in silk and blood, bound with ancient promises and mafia politics. My fate wasn’t written in stars, it was inked in contracts and whispered behind closed doors long before I took my first breath. From the moment I was born, my life was tethered to his. Nico Moretti. The golden son of the Moretti empire. My father’s answer to peace, his bargaining chip for power, his most valuable offering: me.

Lucien still doesn’t move or speak. His expression remains carefully controlled, but I can see the tension building beneath it. The way his jaw tightens slightly more with each word. The way his fingers curl faintly against the edge of the desk. Then I finish with the part I’ve been avoiding the most, the prophecy. The scroll, the words that won’t leave me. “Bound by blood,” I say quietly, my voice steadier now despite everything, “separated by shadow, united by fate—only forgiveness breaks the curse.”

“We’re going to find every last motherfucker and we’re going to kill them.” Wilder’s whole body shook, his pain raw and evident. His body stilled, his eyes red-rimmed as he looked up at me. “They took my father from me. I will have my vengeance, Saint.” “Yes, you will. Every last one of them. We’ll annihilate an entire bloodline if we have to.” “Let’s get to work,” Wilder said, and pushed himself to his full height. “I’m so sorry, Wilder,” Kaelis whispered, and he nodded his head, squeezed her hand and headed back toward the kitchen.

It was an older, ancient beast script. But at the bottom of the page, in small neat handwriting, the language changed. It was written in the common Lycan tongue, clearly translated from the ancient text above. I read the short sentence fast before forcing myself to look away. The sentence said: “Bound by destiny, divided by blood.” I froze completely. I stopped moving the dusting cloth. My heart beat very hard and fast in my chest, and my breathing stopped. Bound by destiny. That phrase was frightening. It felt like a chain around my throat and soul. The terrible prophecy was real and happening now.