Blood Bonds Novels & Stories

“This is beyond saving.” Remus is in high-alert, he senses no Vampire yet, but a bloody vine could only mean one thing. The person who lives here has made a blood bond with the Undead. A blood bond is an oath between a human and Vampire where the human is completely enthralled with the Vampire they would do anything for them– even if it means being the constant food source of the Cold One. In return, the Vampire gives them semi-immortality. They get to live as long as the Vampire desires them.

I huffed out a breath, I thought someone would come to their own conclusion that I’ve not been in this life long and obviously didn't know what they were talking about but I guess not. “Will someone please fucking explain what a blood bond is?” I snapped, making them finally remember I was here. “It’s an outdated and rare ritual.” Liam spoke slowly, carefully. “It was used many years ago by Alphas and Royals alike. It's a way of ensuring someone's life. A sacrifice would bond themselves to a stronger host, and then if there was ever a time when the host found themselves on death's door, they would take the life energy from a sacrifice who would die instead. It could be for anything, dying of

I prompt him, unable to hide the anxiety-riddled within my words, “-what does that mean exactly?” “I can already see the panic on your face,” he splutters, “-It’s nothing to worry about, little wolf. The blood bond is pretty straight forward. We just need to draw a small drop of blood from our palms at some point during the service. They use it as ink so we can sign our names in the pack's book,” he shrugs, “-speaking of which, I’ll need to get that updated soon. Anyway, it acts as a type of magical binding,” his eyes flicker upwards uncertainly, “-I think.”

"According to the old texts, yes. The silver-blessed bloodline creates a deeper connection. A sharing of abilities to some degree." "So you could potentially use my blood powers as your own," I stated flatly. Hurt flickered across his features. "Is that what you think this is about? That I want to renew our bond to gain access to your powers?" "I think I need to understand exactly what I'd be agreeing to," I replied carefully. "Before I commit to something this permanent." He moved around the desk, closer but still maintaining a respectful distance. "The bond renewal would connect us—minds, bodies, souls. We would share strength, abilities, even thoughts to some degree. It's intimate. Irrevo

Scarlet reluctantly shuffles out of the room, the door closing behind her. Laurie immediately puts her phone down, moving to where Conrad and Carlos are. "You two need to do a blood bond," Laurie insists, and Conrad furrows her brows. Before she can speak, Carlos is shaking his head. "No, Laurie, we can't do that," he urges, and Laurie raises a hand. "What's a blood bond?" Conrad asks quietly, and Laurie sighs dramatically. "It's like a blood oath. You'll be able to draw from his powers and mindlink him," Laurie informs Conrad, who stares at her like she's grown a second head.

Closing my eyes I start to try to do what Pops says, thinking about the bond becoming warm and gold, trying to mentally blow that into the bond – praying that I can heal it and help to save this mother and pup before it’s too late. I don’t know how long I’ve been doing the healing breath, but the taste of blood is disappearing, and the bond feels firmer and is easier to hold in my lips. I lower my head, open my mouth and then my eyes to take a look at the bond. [“How does it look now?”] Pops asks, and I’m relieved to see it now looking green with threads of gold running through it.

“Especially your wards. I have rarely come across anyone with such well developed wards before, so young too. And so heavily influenced by witches…” “The wards make the mind reading tolerable…” She said absently, her mind on the other part of the conversation. “You mean… They can interfere with the bonds to my mates?” “Of course,” he looked at her in genuine puzzlement. “The bond connects two individuals, like a ribbon tied between them. Hmmm, no, that’s a poor analogy. Like an artery. There is a flow of energy from one person to another, connecting you together, feeding each other, tying you to one another. That is why it’s called a bond.”

A sheen of sweat dotted his forehead. "One more hour to go until the transfusion is over," Lilith said in the distance. "What?" I tried to lift myself, but Hunt pushed me gently back down on the soft couch I was laying on. "What transfusion?" Hunt lifted his t-shirt and I saw two thin plastic tubes stuck into his chest with dark red blood travelling through them. "We're being bonded," he said, steadying his gaze on me. I moved my hand to my chest and felt the same cord connected to my chest.

It recoils in horror from the depth and complexity of the connection—the staggering weight of three Alpha bonds tied directly into one soul. I slide slowly down the cold stone wall, leaving a thick trail of blood smeared against the rock behind me. My knees hit the concrete floor, but I don't feel weak anymore. The agonizing, feverish crash of my forced heat cycle has vanished. The third bond, is beaming in place inside of me. The bond settles the chaotic storm in my veins, grounding my blood with a steady calm. I press my hand over my wounded shoulder, warm blood trickling down between my trembling fingers and dripping steadily onto the cold concrete floor.

“Are you performing a traditional blood bond?” I looked to Sophie, hoping Bo had the answer, “Do we need to do a formal bond or does she just need to have some of my blood in her system for this to work right?” “You can do a blood bond if you want too,” Sophie shrugged, “But it’s not necessary for her to gain the strength needed from your blood.” “Then if it’s all the same to you, Alpha,” Dr Martinez moved across the room to pull a syringe out of a drawer, “I’d like to have the most accurate measurement possible, since we don’t know what quantity that might be dangerous.”