Blood Alliance Novels & Stories

“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

Marks. And then—Words. Amber’s eyes moved quickly. She’s reading and trying to understand. But one line stopped her completely. “The Silver Bloodline does not bow.” Her breath caught. “Silver” Her power. Her eyes. Her energy. Her hands tightened on the book. “No…” she whispered. Her heart started racing faster now. Stronger.nShe turned the page. More writing. More detail. More truth. “They are born once in generations. Feared by Alphas. Uncontrollable. Unclaimable.”

Three days after the healer told me I was terminally ill, Keith Bradford—the alpha's heir—finally completed his training and returned to the pack. Rumor had it, he was back for his future mate. The alpha had chosen a perfect match for him—a well-bred, talented girl, two years younger than Keith. Sweet, gentle, never even had a boyfriend. The complete opposite of me, with exes as countless as the stars. It was not until a week after Keith returned that I finally saw him, outside the treatment room.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “A bond between you and the alpha who donates blood can only happen if both of you desire it during the process. If you begin the procedure while holding the thought that you’d like to be with that person afterward, your bloodline is strong enough to pick up on that intention and manifest it. Who’s this alpha you believe would be willing to give their blood?”

He knew exactly what those terms meant for our alliance. Acute lymphoblastic leukemia... Biological father required. Damien looked up, his gaze meeting mine, a storm of protective fury and desperation swirling in his dark irises. "Lyra... I will deploy every scout in the Cross syndicate to screen our underground networks. We will find a rogue donor who matches his markers. You don't have to break your exile for the Crowne."

The blood that had mingled between our palms had left a faint silvery mark—the physical manifestation of our blood alliance. "It is done," Alpha Logan declared, his voice carrying the formal weight of his position. "The Council witnesses and recognises the Blood Alliance between Marabelle Daisy Graystone and Maison Alexander Diamond. Let it be recorded in the archives." The Council members murmured their assent, many still visibly shaken by the power they had witnessed. Uncle Mateo limped to my side, his eyes bright with unshed tears. "Your parents would be proud," he said softly. "This is what they always hoped for—unity instea