Blood Bonds Novels & Stories

The breeze rustled softly, bringing the aroma of moist soil and pine, the woods teeming with life in the darkness. However, the most burdensome thing in the air was the heaviness of Nikolai's words - cold and irreversible. Amora experienced them sinking heavily in her chest. Blood is the circulating fluid in our bodies. The ultimate cost, crucial for their forbidden partnership with the vampires, would require more than just a injury. Now, her life force, which was her blood, became the key to staying alive.

The blood oath was a bond among people, who swear their loyalty and confraternity to each other, connecting them through their blood. The bond allowed the tied ones to communicate through the mental conversations. I was going to be tied to the bond that all the soldiers, and guards share with the royal family.

"AA-Alle..." "Y-You gave me many n-new emotions to experience. P-people m-may think that w-we don't have a bo-bond but i-i know..." another stream on blood out of his mouth. He breathed in to stoop chocking on his blood. "We ha-have a bod. A rare one. The strongest." He pointed at David "and the weakest." And pointed at himself. "C-combines and f-form a st-strongest bond." He smiled with his bloody lips.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

“Then help me make a plan. I’m not going to sit here while my mate suffers. Tell me what to do.” Adolphus and Ulva exchanged a brief glance before Adolphus nodded. “We will. But first, you need to listen. The bond between you and Irwin—it’s powerful, stronger than anything we’ve seen. It’s not just a mate bond. It’s something more. You’re connected in ways that we don’t fully understand yet, and that connection could be the key to everything.” Dorian’s eyes widened at the mention of the bond. “What do you mean?”

Alpha Stephan held onto his shoulders, “She cannot die, do you hear me?” As I looked at Lord Stepahn, something weird happened, I felt something pulsing, something calling out to me from within him. He stiffened and looked at me, it was as if he felt it too. He looked at his veins, they were dangerously red and engorged, almost as if they wanted to burst out of his body. “My blood,” he gasped. “What?” Sir Claude sounded confused. “My blood,” his eyes narrowed as he kept staring at his veins as they spread out across both of his hands, all of them coming to the surface and pulsing with a light red color.

Then her phone rang. She blinked and reached for it on the bed. The screen showed: Uncle Mario. She hesitated, then answered. “I hope you love everything,” his voice came through, calm but heavy. Amara froze. She didn’t expect the gifts to come from him. For a moment, she didn’t even know what to say. Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.”

Her face was grim, every twitch of Serena’s body making her flinch as if their fates were bound together. Something wasn’t right. The more I looked, the more alike the two of them appeared. A horrible thought struck me. The footage rolled on. Serena now gripped a baseball bat, swinging down viciously across Lila’s back. Lila just stood there motionless like a wooden doll. My heart split open. I rushed forward and tore Lila’s shirt away. Her back bore a livid, bloody welt, the skin split and raw. I checked her arms and her ribs. There was layer after layer of injuries, old scars over fresh wounds.

"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.