Blood And Ties Novels & Stories

"No." Lucien tried to sit up fully, but failed. "I've felt her through the bond. Her emotions, her intentions. She's not lying." "Bonds can be faked," Cassius said quietly. "It's rare knowledge, but possible. Ancient witch magic combined with vampire blood rituals. Create a false bond that feels real to both parties. Perfect way to infiltrate enemy ranks." Sera's head spun. Could bonds be faked? Although her grandmother's understanding was incomplete, she had never heard of it. Furthermore, most people wouldn't be aware that it was feasible if it were sufficiently uncommon.

“I already secured one piece. Something of hers. From before.” Cassandra straightened. “Her jewelry box?” “The locket,” he confirmed, his thumb rubbing the line of his jaw. “It still carries her DNA. That’s half of what we need. The other half…” He let the sentence hang, weighted with implication. For a long moment, the only sound was the muted hum of the city lights through the glass walls. “We need something from Valerie,” Damien finished, voice iron-hard. “Hair, blood or anything biological. It’s the only way to silence doubt.”

I keep my voice calm and level as I say, “Go to the kitchen and drink a bag of blood.” He doesn’t respond, I watch as he leaves the room. Once he’s out of my sight, I can feel the tether between us being stretched and it’s almost like I have double vision for I can see the things he does and can hear the sound of his footsteps as he walks down the hallway. I can see and hear his brother’s through his eyes as Adam asks, “Where’s Raya? Are you finally able to get away from her?” I speak through him so that he responds, “We’re testing out how far we can stretch the tether.”

Frederick said, Brielle stretched out the bags of food to Sapphire. Sapphire narrated to her grandmother everything that happened. The door opened doctor came in. "So, doctor any news?" "Yes, it was hard to find a match for him, but it was a success." "Then what are you waiting for, proceed." "I'm waiting for the blood, it won't take long just a few minutes." He looked at his wristwatch. "What did he say?" Lucy asked Frederick as she came in, as the doctor was leaving. "The search for the blood was a success, he is waiting for the blood to get here."

There are ties that form beyond the will of man or wolf, ties that do not wait for acceptance. Silence filled the room. Damian's expression hardened, his gaze focusing on the text. They bind through blood, through lineage, through something other than choice. "No," Damian said quietly. He continued reading. Such bonds are rare, often unwelcome and often misunderstood. His jaw clenched as he read on. They do not weaken through distance. They do not fade through denial. Damian paused, his mind moving faster than his body. This wasn't coincidence; this was something. He lifted the scroll again, continuing to read.

Reluctantly, I nod and he wastes no time in sweeping me off my feet. He is pleased with himself as he carries me through the house and into the bedroom. But he doesn’t put me down on my feet, he puts me straight into bed. “As I said, this is going to take some time to heal. Blood ties are not the easiest thing to dissolve. The pain you are feeling now will likely increase.” “Increase?” Surely it couldn’t get much worse. He sits next to me, his crimson eyes lock on mine and a shiver runs down my spine. “Usually yes, but given that you were unaware of the tie and the fact you are still bound. I don’t know how it will affect you.”

“That's a nice thought, but you'll never do that. You’ll fight with the vampires.” “Why? Because you’ll order me to do it?” He shook his head. “No. Because you’re not human anymore…you’ll end up going where your blood goes, it’s our nature.” “My father is human, and I have his blood too.” “Not anymore you don’t … I drained you, remember – my blood is your blood.” “What does that mean? My blood is your blood?” “The vampire blood ties are stronger than any human familial ties, it overrides any human bonds you might have had.”

Bram nodded and left. Liora grabbed Varian’s arm. “Wait.” He faced her. That same electric tension coiled between them—heat and fear and loyalty wound together too tightly. “You promised,” she said. He covered her hand with his. “And I’ll keep it. No unnecessary blood.” She searched his eyes. “Say it.” He held her gaze. “No unnecessary blood,” he repeated. “Just precision.” “Good.” She exhaled. “Then we go.” He tilted his forehead against hers for half a second — a promise, a spark, a claim.

She closed her eyes, awaiting the knife to cut into her skin, and just as she expected, a sting surged through her body and she clenched her hands by her side, her lips pressed tightly together. She felt Jacob's palm on her cheek for the second time and wondered what he was doing but she didn't dare to open her eyes. Jacob placed his cut over hers, their blood mixing. “ With this, we are bound together as master and slave. This is our blood ties,” His words were solemn and Ava snapped her eyes open to meet his deep ones. Bound by blood together as master and slave? “ From now on, you are mine. Mine to break and mend, mine to kill and save. Your name is now Felicia. Felicia, Slave to Jacob St

Just once. Barely. But it did. Savannah felt tears sting her eyes. “You think walking away will protect me,” she whispered. “But you’re wrong. It will destroy me.” Jackson stepped closer. The space between them disappeared. “You’ll be free,” he murmured. “I won’t,” she whispered. “I’ll still be tied to you. I’ll still be connected. And everyone will still think the worst.” Her voice trembled. “And I’ll lose you.”