Blood Alliance Novels & Stories

But why has that changed? I flip the page, holding it to the light. My breath catches as I see something written beneath a crossed-out line: First blood donation of alpha blood… deposit to… My stomach twists. I tilt the page, straining to see the crossed-out text. My heart sinks as the name comes into view. Braden.

Any challenge may be submitted through Alliance protocol. Silence fell across the Bloodnet. One breath.Then chaos. I didn’t look at the comments. I leaned in and kissed him once, brief and decisive. Three years later, our bond was sealed. Not in a small town.Not in secrecy. The marking ceremony was held beneath the Northern Auroral Basin, an ancient convergence site where Alpha Kings had once sworn dominion before the Alliance existed. Obsidian platforms floated above rune-lit waters. Silver fire burned without heat. Thousands of wolves gathered—Alphas, Lunas, heirs, elites—watching as the Northwind and Everhart bloodlines merged under the open sky.

“Go to the blood bank at Vincenzo street. Alpha Raymond had a habit of donating his blood to the sick because of his rare blood type. And mostly, his blood remains available there because of no patient in the pack. In this way, you can get his blood easily.” Alpha Magnus gave his cell phone to his Beta and knelt on the ground, baring his neck in submission. “I was a bit skeptical about a divorced, teenage slave as Maddox’s mate. But you are a talented and gifted person. The Moon Goddess has created a perfect match for my brother, sister-in-law.” On the other hand, Maddox was all smiles ordering about the search teams and official matters, then he disconnected the call and kissed my cheek.

I angrily wiped the bitter tears before shrugging out of my coat and revealing my arm, “Draw mine and everyone’s in here. Please, save her.” I desperately begged as I tried to hand him my arm, but he apologetically shook his head before pursing his lips. “Your blood cannot save her. Instead, yours will just kill her. The patient has the rarest blood called the Rhnull blood. Unlike everyone’s blood, her’ blood has no antigens, and that only is the reason why we cannot use your blood. We have contacted the nearest hospitals to see if they have it in-store. Let’s all pray for the miracle.” He said nodding and taking off. Were we going to wait in here, just sitting while her life was slowly chip

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

“He... sends his regards.” I flipped open the note--- and couldn’t help but grin. All it said was “Good fight! Call me when you need more blood spilled”. In other words, he didn’t want his name tied to any papers and publicized anywhere. This was a favor between blood-pact brothers and not an alliance. Noted... “Good,” I replied coldly, throwing the paper into the fire. “One crazy person is more than enough to have around.” “My King!”

His once-powerful frame seemed diminished somehow, though his eyes retained their calculating coldness. "It's time," Giovanni said, offering his arm with no warmth or apology in his gaze. Isabella took it, her fingers barely touching the fabric of his sleeve. "Yes, Father. It's time." ******* The Chiesa di San Marco was filled to capacity with the most dangerous people in Italy. Old mafia families sat alongside corrupt politicians and international crime lords, all dressed impeccably, all watching with predatory interest as Isabella walked down the aisle on her father's arm.

“I love it.” “And if it’s a boy?” “Caleb,” I said. “It means ‘whole-hearted.’” Toby squeezed me tight. “Whole-hearted. I like that. That’s what we are now, isn’t it?” As the sun sank below the horizon, casting the long, beautiful shadows of “The Anchor” across the sand, I realized that Laredo had been wrong about one final thing. He thought that because we shared blood, we shared a destiny. He thought the architect was just a different kind of jailer.

Scratching the side of my jaw, I slowly nod my head, unsure if I’m making the right decision, and ask, “Can we wait a few days, so my wife will get the chance to be at his side if he passes?” “We can do that.” “Will you require more blood from me for Nate?” My blood type is O, and it’s a very rare one, just like Nate's, who is type AB. My blood cells are very universal, giving me the benefit of being able to donate to anyone. I suppose you can say it’s a rare superpower I possess. As for Nate, he can not receive blood from just anyone. Riddled with guilt and the images of Mia using her body as a human shield to protect my abi, I offered to donate my blood to Nate without hesitation—twice.

On the giant screen, the image shifted to Serena unleashing a massive mastiff, pinning Lila beneath it while the beast tore at her. Not a soul in this house dared intervene. My gaze snapped to Rachel, the bodyguard I trusted most. Only then did I notice her right hand. The fingers were twisted and broken. What else had been festering under this roof without my knowledge? A chill swept my spine. Adrian hurried forward, scrambling to smooth things over. His tone was light and dismissive. "Serena was just playing with Lila. Why are you taking it so seriously?" "Playing?" My voice trembled as I pointed to the screen. "Look at Lila’s arm. Those wounds could have killed her! And you’re telling me