Banished By Blood Bound By Fate Novels & Stories

A failed blood pact, broken by twin sisters, rulers of the six dominions, keepers of light and shadow. The curse, it said, would endure for as long as the bond was broken. No hybrid child would thrive. No queen could rule both bloods without losing her mind. The world would fracture, century by century, heart by heart, until the original pact was restored. The only way forward? A soul-binding. A merging of essence between two heirs of the divided bloodline. One light. One shadow. One sacrifice.

“But they did. I mean they do - hidden in the mountains of north where they had been banished eons ago. Only to be woken by those who dared to make the most unholy of deals.” “No.” Landon spoke in a whisper. I nodded. “The dark ones are bound by the blood moon. It’s the only time they can leave the mountains unless - unless a full werewolf was to make a blood bond with them and sacrifice some of their own… that makes them stronger enough to endure the sun and moon and escape whenever they can. My great grandfather- he made that sacrifice. Made the blood bond himself with the lord of the dark ones gifting himself and enough of his soldiers enough power to defeat their enemies.

Then, a new voice begins to recite, an elderly woman’s voice, cracked and ancient: “From a union veiled in sin, under moonless sky and firelight breath, was born the child of two worlds—claw and scale, blood and ash. Neither beast nor wyrm, yet bound by both, he shall walk the line where no path was ever meant. In love, he shall find ruin. In devotion, death shall stir. For when he claims his fated one, fate shall strike: She, the spark that ends his storm. He, the storm that silences her flame. Bound by love, broken by destiny. Two souls, one bond, one grave. Only blood freely given may unwrite what blood once wrote.” As the last line hangs in the putrid air, Ravon sneers, his voice overlap

He sighs and stays silent for a while before continuing, “The Blood moon is a rare natural occurrence that can be used in ritual, but some ancient forbidden rituals go as far as summoning one. It allows one wolf to steal or suppress another’s spirit. It’s called Essence Binding.” “Binding?” Maddox steps forward, her fists clenched at her sides. “You mean someone stole her wolf?” “Not stole per se, but bound…” Richard corrects him, his eyes never leaving mine. “The victim weakens, their wolf silenced... while the thief grows stronger using the power they drain from the world they have bound.” My breath catches in my throat. The pain, the weakness, the terrifying heat ... it all snaps into foc

Blood dripped onto the stone. And with it, power. “Tonight,” I said, “we bind not just in name—but in blood, in loyalty, in purpose. You follow me now not because you were cast out—but because you believe in something greater.” One by one, wolves stepped forward. Each touched their hand to the blood-soaked stone. Each whispered the vow. For the Moon. For the Bound. For the Future. And when it was over, the runes beneath our feet pulsed—slow and steady.

Dad yelled back. Reject? King Asher wanted to reject Isabella? Oh no. “I want Layla. She's my true mate! I caught her scent. She knows it too.” I heard the sound of glass breaking. Father must have hurled a glass to the wall. Now, his collection is down to 4. He growled in a menacing voice. “Layla is bound to the Moon Goddess goddess for life. She cannot be mated to any man so give up.” “We'll see about that.”

Then she took his hand, pried his fingers open, and did the same to him. Their blood mingled instantly sizzling where it touched, glowing as it pooled into the engraved basin between them. Her lips parted. She didn’t know the words, but somehow… she did. “My blood for your breath. My soul for your life. By the tides and the moon, I bind myself to you. Until the light forgets the sky.” The basin pulsed, then shattered. The air tore open with a scream neither human nor beast, and Anastasia collapsed forward, her body seized by an unseen force.

They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left to return to. I put that book down and picked up the next one and kept reading. It was almost three in the morning when I found it. A handwritten journal, the pages dark at the edges and brittle in a way that made me handle them carefully, and tucked about two thirds of the way through was a chapter titled Severance of Soul Bonds Through Destruction of the Caster. My hands were not entirely steady as I read it. To sever a soul bond created through blood magic, the original caster must be destroyed. Not simply killed. Destroyed completely, body and soul unmade, no remnant remaining. Only when the caster cea

That fire was dark and twisting, and it moved through her veins. The witch marked her with her own blood, and she marked her brow and her collarbone and her lips. "Sanguine ligatur consummatum est. In carne ligatum, in fato aeterno devinctum," the witch said, and her voice echoed through the clearing. Lena did not understand the words, but she understood that the bond was sealed in blood and that she was bound in flesh and bound by fate. Lena's body shook under the force of the magic. The blood was more than blood because it was power, and that power was old and binding.

"I would have been dead already if you didn't fight with that crazy woman." "That was Francine, Alpha William's daughter." "You keep talking about this alpha, William. Who is he?" "He's the leader of the Bone Reaver, the pack where I belonged. He's powerful and cruel. I killed his wife during my transformation; that's why they banished me, but that's not enough. He sent his troops to kill me." "No wonder why there are a lot of them who want to kill you. But you are so strong to survive them all."