Novel & Cerita Blood Bonds

Mandy's smirk seemed frozen on her face, an effect of cosmetic surgery. Just then, James tossed a couple of papers my way—a share transfer agreement and a divorce agreement. "Sign these, and after you do, our son will give you a proper send-off!" Calvin was clearly over it. "Dad, why even talk to her? She's on her way out, and we're just burning cash keeping her here. Might as well speed things up!" Mandy beamed at Calvin. "That's my boy, always looking out for his mom!" They grabbed my hand, forced a pen in it, and made me sign. Then, they pressed my thumb to the ink.

It was no wonder Ethan had fallen so hopelessly for her. By the time Ethan arrived, what he saw was a picture of Tara and I tied up together by the sea.

My footsteps echo softly against the floor as I walk toward the altar. My dress glides with every movement, but I barely feel it. All my focus is on them. My heart beats hard, a swirl of anxiety and resignation tightening in my chest. The golden phrase "Bonding Ceremony" glows with an ethereal warmth at the center of the floral arch. The curtain of lights illuminates each white petal, creating a solemn atmosphere. The glass tables with golden bases reflect the brilliance around us, and among the decorations, the phrase "Forever" rests in silence, a reminder of the inevitability of this union.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

“Bond two lives together is a special thing. The promises made here today will carry until death. Jason are you prepared for that commitment?” “I am,” Jason answers and holds out his finger. We are shoulder to shoulder so my parents don’t see the blood part. Micah cuts Jason’s finger and Jason squeezes drops into a small dish. “Amilee are you prepared for that commitment?” “I am,” I answer and we repeat the blood collection. Micah mixes our blood and we place our fingers back in the dish. Tiny sprouts of gold light intertwine around our fingers. I feel a rush of something and Jason inhales sharply as well.

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?"

He sits. ✦ ✦ ✦ The name he gave me is real. I know it's real because it fits — it fills the gap in the network map that I've been staring at for six weeks, the node that had three connections and no label, the one I circled in red on the whiteboard and looked at every morning when I came into the room and have not been able to close.

He was completely insufferable. This was problematic. Him allowing me to feed from him could create a blood bond. I chose not to take blood from others for this very reason. I did not need to be connected to anyone in that way. The bond was mainly utilized by vampires who used certain humans for their blood source so they could maintain a connection and keep tabs on them. The blood had to be taken from the source, though, from the vein. So blood poured into a cup or spilled over did not count. It was meant to be an intimate gesture not something employed by strangers.

“She’s still bleeding. Too much. I can’t stop it.” “Then take mine.” He didn’t hesitate. “My blood. Give her my blood.” “That’s not how it works…” “Make it work!” His voice was a command. “I’m her mate. Our blood is compatible through the bond. You know this. You’ve seen it before.” Elinor looked uncertain. “It’s risky. The bond makes blood transfusion possible between mates, but you could both die if something goes wrong…” “We’ll die if we do nothing.” Ares laid Elena in Elinor’s arms. “Do it. Now.”

“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.