Blood And Bond Novels & Stories

"You've been suppressing it for too long." She shook her head. "That's impossible. I'm not that strong." Kael crouched in front of her, his expression serious now. "You're not supposed to be. Not unless you were born with bound magic." She stared at him. "You keep saying that. What does it even mean?" He studied her wrist again, the mark still glowing faintly. "When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms."

“My soul belongs to my pack. My blood belongs to my mates.” “Your pack left you to the mercy of a traitor,” Lucien countered, his voice a smooth silk that wrapped around her senses. “Your Alphas are strong, yes. But they are loud. They are violent. They are predictable. This bond I offer you is not a biological accident of the moon. It is a soul link. It is a choice. If you take my blood, your mind becomes a fortress. Even Elder Theon will not be able to find you. Even your Alphas will not be able to track the scent of your fear.”

“I’d like that.” “Welcome to the Vittori family, Kaelis. You look beautiful, I should have said that when I first saw you,” he said and gave her another blinding smile. “You will have this family’s protection and support. Your enemies are our enemies and your friends will be our friends. Don’t ever hesitate to call on us. Our bonds are more than just blood, it’s a unity of people choosing each other. You are now a part of that.”

“What kind of link?” “I’ll always be able to find you. Feel your emotions, sometimes hear your thoughts. You’ll feel my hunger, my desire. We’ll be connected.” His hand cupped my face. “It’s permanent. Once we’re blood bonded, we can never be truly separated. Even if you left, I’d always feel you, always know where you were. So I need you to be sure.” I didn’t hesitate. “I’m sure.” “You don’t want time to think—”

"The Void is not a thing to be understood or framed, Kaelen. It is a thing to be bled against. It is the opposite of the Bond. To fight it, we must reaffirm the Bond, in its purest, most powerful form." She looked at him, her golden eyes blazing. "You carry Lyra's blood. I carry Elara's. Our lines have been separate for generations. But the First Blood runs through us both. We must reforge a fragment of the original Bond. We must combine our bloodlines and channel the power of the Source into a weapon of pure connection." It was a terrifying proposal. A Blood-Bond was not a game. Even a temporary, ritualistic forging would create a permanent echo between their souls. It was intimate, dangero

she said, "and what he tells me will be shaped by that waiting. I want the account of someone who has observed it from outside." "Reasonable," Sable said. He considered. "The vampire bonding ceremony — the blood oath — is a covenant between two individuals that operates on the blood level. It is not symbolic. It creates a connection that is physiological and spiritual simultaneously, that allows each partner to sense the other's presence, health, and emotional state at significant distance." He paused. "For a vampire bonding with another vampire, the ceremony is profound but not unprecedented. The texts describe it as a deepening of what already exists — love that has found its physical foun

“Need your bites. Need the bond.” Jax leaned in, teeth scraping the curve where her neck met shoulder. “Here?” “Yes—” He bit down. Hard. Blood welled, copper and salt flooding the air. Sarah shattered again, pussy and ass clenching in tandem, dragging a roar from Ryder as he knotted her ass, come jetting deep. I felt the bond snap into place—golden, unbreakable. Jax’s followed, then Ryder’s, threads weaving through my chest until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.

These odd occurrences seem to be getting worse, giving me reason to believe whatever is happening or has happened to Vanessa is only getting worse. “Are you okay? I have never heard of a vampire being ill before,” he stated. “Well, to be honest, I don’t know all of the details of it, but we may be bonded with Vanessa. These odd illnesses are how we knew she was in trouble, and are a result of that suspected bond,” I explained. “I’ve never heard of the bond causing illness. All three of you? Are you sure?” he asked incredulously. “Yes. Like I said, we really don’t know much about bonding ourselves. We only learned about it before we came here. Alpha, when we find Vanessa, we want her to come

Then, he handed me the blade. My hands shook, but my resolve didn't. I cut a thin line across my own palm and offered it to him. Lucien groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger, and pressed his mouth to my skin. As he drank, I felt the light inside me flare, being drawn into him, weaving our DNA into a single, unbreakable cord. The Blood Bond was closed. He entered me in one slow, devastatingly deep thrust. The light in the room detonated.

“The bond is pulling her pain toward us.” Alexei closed his eyes. Another crisis, his entire body contracting. When he pulled his hand away from his lips, there was blood. Red, warm, staining his palm. He simply took a deep breath, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief that was far from white anymore. It wasn’t his blood. It was from the bond. Every drop Carla lost seemed to cross the connection between them; every pain of hers found its way to him. And he would accept it all—every stab, every burning sensation, every coughing fit—if it meant she would stay alive.