Blood And Bond Novels & Stories

She thought they could clear their debts. It pains her any time she remembers that her family almost paid off the debt. It was remaining just a little, and yet they were heartlessly murdered... "Luciana." Raziel's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. He had an idea what was going through her mind. "I told you my blood can heal." He then pulled her closer, and bit his wrist until it began to bleed. "Drink. I know it's not as pleasing to humans as it is to us, but it will help heal your scars."

Having two women is extremely exhausting. My parents are so adamant on me marrying Vanessa. For both company to merge successfully there should be a bond. Vanessa is sly woman, I've known her since college. She can be really mean and cunning. I wish I could explain things to Rita but I don't want to look foolish in the midst of two women. I sent for Janet, to help attend to Rita, she was vomiting and her skin looked pale. I'd be so sure she's getting sick because of all the drama that has occurred.

But damn if we didn’t fit. Later that night, after bottles were warmed and lullabies hummed in the dark, I found myself lying in bed between them. Luca’s fingers played gently with mine. Matteo’s snore was a low rumble against my chest. I smiled. Tomorrow, there would be another mission. Another deal. Another name that needed silencing. The underworld hadn’t released its grip on us — not fully. But tonight? Tonight, we were just… home. Just us. Bound not only by vows or duty, but something that ran deeper. Something that was more permanent. We were bound by blood. And lies.

“It could save her!” All I needed to know! “Move!” I pulled the useless doctor aside and rolled up my sleeve. This, I knew how to do. By sheer, stupid luck, or by a fucking miracle, I knew that bonding between two mates could also be made by blood and not just bite. As the bite bound body and mind, sharing blood was a way to bind souls. It was eternal... Binding her life force to mine. And mine to hers… “Alpha?” I bit my wrist, drawing blood, holding it up to her mouth.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"

"I vow to stand with you, to challenge you when you need it, to support you always. To be your partner in all things—in strength and in weakness, in joy and in sorrow. To choose you, every day, from this moment until my last breath." Tyler's eyes are suspiciously bright. Elder Castellano produces two silver daggers from within his robes. They're ceremonial—ornate handles, sharp blades that gleam in the sunlight. "The blood bond," he intones. "Symbol of the permanent joining. What is bound in blood cannot be broken save by death itself." Tyler takes one dagger. I take the other. The blade is cold against my palm. We each make a small cut. Tyler's heals almost instantly—supernatural recovery a

“Because killing him will be a mistake you’ll regret. Let me handle this.” I moved swiftly toward Ronan, who tensed as I approached. With precise calculation, I grabbed a clean blade, nicking my palm just enough to draw blood. I pressed my blood against his arm, murmuring an ancient, instinctive binding—a pact of protection, a blood debt. Instantly, a pulse of recognition hit me. The wolf bond flared, stronger, undeniable. My instincts screamed at me, energy surging through my body, linking me to him in ways I couldn’t yet comprehend.

The claiming began with blood. Not violence—ritual. Kael drew a ceremonial blade across his palm, then offered it to me. I took it with trembling hands and made my own cut, watching crimson well up against my skin. "Blood to blood," he said quietly, pressing our palms together. The moment our wounds touched, the bond flared white-hot. I gasped as power flooded through the connection—not depleting us this time, but building. Strengthening. The fractured threads weaving back together into something infinitely stronger than before.

“The bond… it’s stronger than I anticipated. None of us can deny it. But none of us can admit it either.” Dante’s grin softened, though it remained dangerous. “Then what now?” he asked, circling slowly, keeping Aria between him and the others. “Do we fight it, or do we let it happen?” Aria’s chest tightened. The forest seemed to hold its breath. The three men, shifting between wolf instincts and human reason, stared at her with an intensity that made her entire body ache. She had no idea what they meant, what the bond entailed, or why it existed… but one thing was certain: her life had changed forever.

“That’s a pureblood heir. If anything happened, the entire vampire world would lose its mind.” Beneath the blanket, my hand slowly rested over my stomach. Her child was the pureblood heir the entire vampire world had been waiting for. Mine was only a half-blood that should never have existed. From the very beginning, they belonged to two completely different worlds. The hospital room fell silent again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood bond document. The once vivid crimson words had finally faded away completely. I stared at the blank page for a very long time before slowly tearing it apart.