Blood And Bond Novels & Stories

“It’s not as though he’d bitten your neck—that would have been more detrimental.” I shot my cousin a grousing look. Seriously? Was he even slightly aware of the anxiety that he was causing her? “So what bond are you talking about then?” she pressed. “Apart from a physical bite on your neck, which is the stereotypical sign of a vampiric bonding much like a wolf’s, there is something that we have that is much deeper. A blood bond. It is when both fated mates share each other’s blood.” “Violet,” I started. “Do you recall the night when I showed up at your home and I wasn’t in control of myself?”

She raised her hands. The bond roared through her, a tidal wave of magic, power, history. Was remake it. A howl rang through the darkness. Fierce. Defiant. Eli. Then another. Mason. Then Dani. Jonas. Jorah. The Bloodmarked rose from the shadows. Their bodies burned with silver light, the bond rekindled in their veins. Lyla felt all of them. Stronger than before. Connected deeper than before. Because the Bloodmoon had not shattered the bond.

Our bond manifests around us as glowing strands swirling in a vast dark expanse: silver for me, crimson for him, black for the Devourer. The third thread pulses like a living artery, binding our strands together, forcing them to knot and twist. Cain grabs the black thread with his bare hands and snarls, “Get out of my bond.” The thread pulses, laughing. This bond is mine now. A perfect host. Two souls. One wound. One hunger. Cain pulls harder— And the thread snaps back like a whip, plunging straight into me. Cain roars, grabbing my arm as I stagger. Pain explodes through both of us.

"What is it?" "I can mark you to create a vampire bond that would protect you from my mother's plans." He spoke quickly as if afraid I would stop him. "Vampire marks are sacred in our culture. They create permanent connections that cannot be violated without severe consequences. If I mark you as mine she cannot use you in breeding experiments without breaking laws even she must respect." "Mark me how?" "Through blood exchange and ritual magic. It is similar to what wolves do when they claim mates but our version creates different bonds. Less primal but equally binding."

“You don’t get to decide that for me.” “No,” he admitted. “I don’t.” Ronan stepped forward slightly, his voice quieter now. “There’s more.” Aria looked at him. “Of course there is.” “The bond,” he said. “It’s not random.” Her expression tightened. “I figured that too.” “It’s tied to your bloodline.” That… she hadn’t expected. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Ronan continued, “who you connect to… isn’t chance.” Silence followed.

His own release followed, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself deep inside me, his body shuddering against mine as the last of his control slipped away. We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as the heat of our connection wrapped around us like a shield, fierce and unyielding against the cold, unforgiving world that awaited us beyond the cabin’s walls. In that moment, there was nothing but us—raw, unbreakable, utterly consumed by the fire that burned between us, a flame that neither time nor distance could extinguish.

"You must complete the bond fully. Give him your blood, your life force. It will heal him, draw the poison from his veins. But it will cost you everything." I look at Victor's pale face. At the man who fought for me, who loved me, who promised me forever. "I don't care," I say, and I mean it. His mouth moves against my skin, his throat working as he swallows. I feel the bond between us snap into place, stronger than it's ever been. I feel his heart stutter, then beat again strong and steady. I feel the warmth returning to his body. The black veins recede completely, and color floods back into his cheeks.

"Good. Because if he'd died, the blowback through that bond would have killed you too." "Wait, what?" "Silverblood bonds are symbiotic. His life is yours, yours is his. It's why they were so dangerous. Kill one, and you've killed both. That's also why they mated for life, breaking the bond wasn't an option." I stared at her. "And you're just telling me this now?"

The moment the mate bond snapped, my soul was torn in two. Pain exploded in my chest, a thousand silver needles piercing my heart. I fell to my knees in front of the burning hall and coughed up blood. But this pain was nothing compared to losing my daughter. I forced myself to my feet, calling on the power that slept in my bloodline. The blood of the Moon Goddess. The legacy of a family of healers. A silver light enveloped me, masking my scent.

I begged my father to leave his seclusion and save that werewolf. I had grown up around medicinal herbs, and my blood had special properties. But I was human, and the one he needed to save was a werewolf. Only a child born from a human and a werewolf, carrying my bloodline, could provide the cardiogen he needed. I begged my father again, this time to let me marry Lesley. And because of that, Gloria met Eddie and was fooled by his sweet talk, too. Thinking back, after the weddings, both men were always busy. Even when they came home, everything felt like a routine.