Blood And Bond Novels & Stories

I felt it like a punch to the chest, the bond screaming in warning. Too close. I shoved Amelia behind me just as the predator lunged through the clearing. My blade met its claws, sparks flying as I blocked the strike. The force rattled my bones, drove me back a step, but I held firm. Not fire. Not steel. Stone. The beast snarled, snapping its jaws inches from my face, but I didn’t yield. I pressed back, every muscle burning, every instinct roaring to protect what was mine. Because she was mine. Ours. The bond wasn’t some distant promise—it was here, alive, demanding. And I would break myself before I let this thing claim her.

“You can’t fix everything, Doc.” She glared at him through the blur of tears and anger. “Don’t you dare say that to me right now.” He didn’t flinch. “I’m saying it because I’ve lived it. Whatever this is, it’s not just blood or genes anymore. It’s—” He paused, grimacing as another flicker of gold rolled through his veins. “—it’s bonded. To both of us.” She took a shaky breath, the weight of that word settling deep in her bones. Bonded. Like it wasn’t something they could cut out or cure. Like it was alive.

I jolted awake, breath caught in my throat like a scream that never made it out. The room was dark, quiet. My heart thundered against my ribs as the phantom scent of bleach and blood clung to my senses. I couldn’t move for a moment, just stared into the shadows, waiting for his voice to come crawling out of the dark again. But it didn’t. Instead, I felt warmth at my back. A solid presence. Conner. He stirred beside me, groggy but alert in a way only men like him could be.

he said, “we cover the oldest and rarest bonds among wolves. Blood bonds.” My stomach flipped. My scar burned hot. “Blood bonds,” he went on, “are dangerous. They tie one wolf to another, sometimes for life. Stronger than even a mate bond. The one who gives blood risks losing themselves. The one who drinks may never let go.” I stared at my desk, nails digging into the wood. Stronger than the mate bond. Jett’s voice echoed in my head, rough and broken. Mine. I couldn't undo the voice in my head.

I could feel him through it, not physically, but in the soft pull of the bond. The realization hit me all at once. Kael was near. I could sense him without turning my head, without opening my eyes fully. He was always close now, even when I could not see him. The bond between us had grown stronger under the blood moon. It hummed gently, steady and real, and yet it made my chest tighten with a mixture of awe and fear.

"Now. The code. The sequence you memorized and locked away. Give it to me." He reached down, his fingers hovering agonizingly close to the fresh, bleeding cut on my arm, threatening to pry the raw flesh apart to get to the subdermal tracker beneath. A scream built in my chest, but I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted the copper tang of my own blood. Through the blinding haze of physical pain and the crushing weight of betrayal, a spark of pure, venomous rage flared to life deep inside me.

“You.” Alexander moved immediately. “No.” Viktor smiled. “I expected that.” Alexander’s eyes flashed red. “You don’t get her.” “I’m not asking permission.” He raised his hand. Alexander’s body jerked. I caught him. “Alexander!” He gasped. “Don’t…” I looked at Viktor. “Release him.” “Break the bond.” “What bond?” “The one your blood created.” I froze. “What are you talking about?” Viktor looked at my chest. “The moment your blood touched First Blood, a bond was formed.”

Never a whisper of anything else. And now this. “A marriage,” Vitale continued. “Your son and my Alessio. Public. Legal. Permanent. Our families joined through them. No more war. No more blood—unless someone’s stupid enough to break the bond.” Giovanni’s jaw worked. He looked at Luca. Luca met his eyes. Steady. Unreadable. “You do this,” his father said quietly, “it ends the feud. Saves hundreds of lives. Builds something stronger.” Luca’s voice came out rough. “And if I say no?”

The blood, the gunshots, Lucas hugging her body while crying and seething with rage, and the chill as life slowly drained from her own body. “Do you remember when Lucas drank your blood?” Ingrid asked again, more seriously. Lilith swallowed hard, nodding slightly. “That’s what creates the bond,” Ingrid continued softly. “I know about the sire bond, Ingrid. Lucas already told me about it.” “But it’s not just that.” Ingrid’s expression grew more serious. “When Lucas tried to preserve your blood as you were dying back then, the original vampire blood within your body responded.” Ingrid paused for a moment, and Lilith began to feel suffocated. “And for the first time in the history of your ances

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL