روايات وقصص ضمن Banished By Blood Bound By Fate

My eyes follow it too. “A fucking blood bond.“ "W-what?“ I blanch, breathing heavily. " You have just bound yourself to me. I told you to find food not a fucking cursed thread.“ “How can I undo it? I didn't mean to-” " Shut up!“ He snaps, making me swallow the rest of my words. We watch in tensed silence as the two threads begin to crawl for each other, aiming straight for where our hands are connected. Asger instantly yanks his hand away like my touch burns.

Raiden’s behavior had changed far too quickly. I closed the second journal. Close… But not close enough. My breakfast had grown completely cold by the time I reached for the third book. This one was thinner than the others. There wasn’t even a title on the worn leather cover. The first several pages were blank. I almost set it aside before another heading appeared farther in. Soulbinder’s Blight. I frowned thoughtfully before reading. The curse originated through forbidden blood magic and was commonly delivered through food or drink, allowing the victim to unknowingly accept the curse into their own body.

Draven raises an eyebrow. “I’m not saying Nyx is wrong,” Jeremiah says. “I’m saying a mate bond doesn’t automatically mean she’s the girl from the prophecy.” “We should have taken her,” Nyx growls low in the back of Draven’s mind. ‘She wasn’t exactly in a condition to be kidnapped…..Again, I presume.’ Jeremiah frowns. “The stories say every child in that house died.” “Stories also say the moon turned red and wolves went mad,” Soren mutters.

“You've spent your entire life believing the curse is something you have to endure.” “It is.” “No.” Lucien looked at me. “The curse can be destroyed.” Ronan's expression changed. “How?” “By separating the bloodlines.” Malachar stepped forward. “Impossible.” Lucien shook his head. “Not impossible.” “Dangerous.” “Yes.” “What magic?” Lucien looked at me. “The Blood Binding.” I felt my stomach tighten. “Another binding?” “No.” He shook his head. “The opposite.” “The Severing.” Selene went pale. “No.”

Just two strangers who happen to share the same bloodline. Sasha shook his head. You are wrong, cousin. The bond was broken, yes. But it was not destroyed. It was just transferred. Redirected. Like a river that has been dammed in one place and released in another. He turned back to Ela, his gray eyes soft, almost tender. She is my fated mate now. Not because I chose her. Not because she chose me. Because fate chose both of us. And fate, unlike the Council, unlike our families, unlike the people who have spent centuries trying to control us, cannot be bought or sold or broken.

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He almost never agreed with Gage and he chose now to do it. “I’m just saying, it’s not a completely bad idea,” Eris said. “It’s a terrible idea,” Faro said and shook his head. “All I’m saying is that if Rocco so much as sniffs in Hunter’s direction, Dante is a dead man,” Gage said. “You’d still be breaking the famiglia oath.” “He’s not family,” Eris said. “He is famiglia,” Gage said and gritted his teeth. “What’s going on with the Albanians?” Eris asked.

His eyes burrow into my soul as he says, “You’re my only living child, Raya.” “What happened to the others?” He breathes out a long breath, his shoulders are hunched like this is a heavy burden he’s been carrying for who knows how long. He shook his head, “My genetics are odd and I don’t know why. I’ve never been able to knock up another vampire, it was frowned upon that I wasn’t continuing my bloodline and damn it! I was fucking trying to.”

But damn if we didn’t fit. Later that night, after bottles were warmed and lullabies hummed in the dark, I found myself lying in bed between them. Luca’s fingers played gently with mine. Matteo’s snore was a low rumble against my chest. I smiled. Tomorrow, there would be another mission. Another deal. Another name that needed silencing. The underworld hadn’t released its grip on us — not fully. But tonight? Tonight, we were just… home. Just us. Bound not only by vows or duty, but something that ran deeper. Something that was more permanent. We were bound by blood. And lies.

Wiped my face. “You’re being very brave,” he murmured. “But brave and foolish live next door to each other.” When he stood, I saw blood on his gloves—my blood. Splattered on the floor, down my arm, sticky and red. My fingers looked mutilated. Bare. Wrong. I choked on something, the bile in my throat almost forcing its way up. “Let’s try the right hand.” “No.” My voice was barely there. He didn’t stop. After the fifth nail, I blacked out.