Banished By Blood Bound By Fate Novels & Stories

I cannot breathe. Her voices crash through my mind. “Four shall be bound to her soul, Their fates entwined, their strength united. Through their bond, the lost shall awaken, And the ancient bloodline shall be reborn. From their union, a king shall rise, A son of both past and future, To reclaim the throne long forsaken, And restore balance to the world. Bound by five, her strength shall awaken, And through their bond, the Lycans shall rise. The time nears. The White Wolf stirs.”

There was no turning back. “I, Damon Westwood before the elders and members make this vow in spirit and soul" he began. I repeated after him and then he began to recite the vows. “Before the eternal stars and the silent moon,I kneel in shadow and light alike.I vow to bind my breath to the living, my blade to the forgotten,my soul to the endless hunt.” He started. I repeated after him and he continued. Our voices were the only thing we could hear. “By ash and by fire, by blood and by dust,I renounce slumber while the fanged still walk.Let no glamour cloud my sight, let no darkness sway my spirit” he said and I repeated again.

“It isn’t human.” Lucian’s entire body went still. “…What?” Gabriel’s crimson eyes gleamed. “I’ve studied many creatures, but I’ve never seen blood like his. It carries something… ancient.” “Ancient?” Gabriel nodded. “Something powerful, something beyond mortality.” His voice dropped lower. “Something divine.” Lucian’s voice came out quiet, almost dangerous. “Explain.” Gabriel studied him, then slowly began to recite: "Born of mortal flesh but cursed by fate, the blood of the forsaken shall awaken the ancients. A heart torn between light and darkness shall decide the fate of the immortal. If claimed by love, the dawn shall rise. If stolen by force, the world shall drown in eternal night."

He was clad in armour that seemed to be made of moonlight. "My lady," he said, his voice echoing in the vast glass hall. "The war is lost. The Fallen Pantheon approaches. They will take you. They will break the Balance forever." Serelai's heart ached. She could feel the chaos approaching, a storm of hatred and greed that sought to consume all of creation. "I know," she said, her voice the sound of wind chimes and distant thunder. "There is a way," Ashiel said, stepping closer. His eyes burned with a desperate love. "A forbidden way. The Bloodbound Oath. Let me bind my life to yours. Let me be your shield, your strength. My pain for your safety. My life for your eternity."

I moved quickly through the shelves, scanning titles, ignoring the tremble still lingering in my hands from what had almost happened upstairs. Minutes blurred together before I finally found another section hidden toward the back behind a rusted iron gate that had been left partially open. These books looked older than the others, their pages darker with age. I grabbed the first one that mentioned shadow binding and opened it immediately. Most of it repeated what I already knew. Bound souls. Replacement. I almost threw the damn thing across the room.Then I found another passage lower down the page. “A shadow soul may reject replacement if the tether is severed through blood ascension. Should

Shadows exploded outward, but the bond held. I gasped, clutching Kyren’s arm. “It’s… stronger than before.” Kyren’s teeth clenched. “Of course it is. The Fifth isn’t the Fourth. It’s the last before everything changes.” The shadow pulled back, swirling, eyes and if they could be called that with burning a sickly silver. “Blood of the bound. Moon, borne. You will not escape your fate.” I froze. The words hit like ice. Fate. That word, that thread of inevitability… it carried all the fear I had been trying to shove down.

Each generation building on previous generations' work, solving different problems, asking different questions, making different mistakes. Infinite work across infinite generations. Just like Aurora had written. Just like she'd accepted. Just like she'd trusted would happen. The work was never finished. But meaningful transformation had occurred. Was occurring. Would continue occurring. That was enough. More than enough. Everything. THE END To everyone who stepped into the shadows of Ashwick with Sera and Lucien thank you. Blood Bound began as a story about enemies, curses, and centuries of hatred, but somewhere along the way, it became a story about choice. The choice to question what we’ve

Around him, others knelt, bound in chains. “A betrayal, long ago,” Rowan said, voice low. “A pact broken. Those who carried the blood of the betrayer were cursed—to shift under the moon, to hunger for flesh. To walk the line between man and beast.” Evelyn’s eyes fixed on the text scrawled beneath the image. Though the language was archaic, the meaning was clear enough. Blood shall follow blood. Only through the triad will the true shape endure. “So I’m cursed,” she whispered.

Dangerous. “You’re right,” he said, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. “A ring doesn’t make you mine.” His gaze locked on me, sharp as a blade. “But your fear will. Your fight will. Every piece of you that burns—I’ll take it until there’s nothing left but ash.” A shiver ran down my spine. Not from fear. Never fear. From fury. From something hotter that I refused to name. I lifted my chin. “I will never belong to you.”

And the twins were its target. The forest answered with a guttural roar that didn’t belong to any wolf I had ever heard. The trees shook. Shadows twisted unnaturally, stretching across the ground like living claws. The glowing eyes advanced in a slow, deliberate circle, not rushing—hunting. Damien’s aura flared, violent and blinding. “These aren’t Council assassins,” he growled. “They’re Bloodbound.” My stomach dropped. Bloodbound wolves were ancient. Cursed. Beasts that fed on Luna power.