Blood Bonds Novels & Stories

“Why am I here, really? What exactly does my father owe you?” Leonardo’s lips curved faintly, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Your father borrowed protection. He borrowed money. But most of all, he borrowed time. Debts pile up, Isabella. And eventually, someone has to pay.” “Why me?” I demanded, surprising even myself. My fingers gripped the edge of the table. “You could have taken money, property….anything. Why… why did you choose me?” He leaned back in his chair, watching me like I was daring him. “Your father has no money he went bankrupt and because unlike money, you don’t lose value. You are leverage. You are loyalty. And”….his voice lowered slightly, deliberate…..“you’re mine now.

LYSANDER. While the pack was rejoicing at the Blood Moon's early arrival, I looked upon it as a mean twist of fate, a harbinger of doom. The Moon Goddess must be playing a trick on me. For days now, the presence of my mate had been faintly there. The moment she stepped foot in Nightshade Pack territory, the bond announced her presence. It was like a tenuous thread wrapped around my soul, pulling tighter by the hour. I fought it relentlessly, chaining myself to duty and reason. I couldn't afford to give in.

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."

Next thing I know, his fangs was piercing my neck, I let out a moan of pain, pressing him in more, it was tingling me, both my neck and between my legs. "Ocean?" I said when blood trails down my neck, I was a moaning mess that I didn't even realize it. He pulled away. I look at him, waiting for him to feed me his blood but I felt it healing by itself. I gasp. "How..." I ask him. "I just gave you my blood last night, it's not up to twenty four hours, meaning, nothing can arm you till tonight" he tells me. I sigh. He grab his hankie and wipe the blood on his lips and then he cleans the blood stain on my neck.

Everyone heart was beating rapidly,none of them could believe they just had a close death collusion,Natalie cover her mouth sighting Stuart,his body was wet with blood ,his own blood. The others rush outside to help Stuart out of the car while Natalie remained in,surprisingly stuck. "He's bleeding really bad." Natalie cried finally getting out of the car. "I'm fine" Stuart cough and wrap his arm around Jason neck as they all pull him out. "I'm sorry." "Hey,it's okay,you're bleeding Stuart,We've to find a way to stop that."Jason help the limping Stuart to a safe distant.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

Bright red, staining his palm and fingers. For an instant, he just stared at his own hand, the blood shining under the corridor lights. Another cough. More blood. Little, but blood. “The bond.” The Lycan growled, not out of anger, but out of understanding. “It’s trying to sustain both. What hits her is crossing over.”

Dane's hand went still on Maya's arm. "Because it's not the blood," Wilder said. "It's what makes the blood. And that's not in a vein, Dane. It's in the marrow, and it's in the change, and it's in the bond. You can't put that in a cooler." He got his head up off the concrete an inch. Gold eyes, wide open. "But you can put it in a van." Maya's chest went tight, because she felt it come down the bond a half-second before he said it, and she knew.

"The Void is not a thing to be understood or framed, Kaelen. It is a thing to be bled against. It is the opposite of the Bond. To fight it, we must reaffirm the Bond, in its purest, most powerful form." She looked at him, her golden eyes blazing. "You carry Lyra's blood. I carry Elara's. Our lines have been separate for generations. But the First Blood runs through us both. We must reforge a fragment of the original Bond. We must combine our bloodlines and channel the power of the Source into a weapon of pure connection." It was a terrifying proposal. A Blood-Bond was not a game. Even a temporary, ritualistic forging would create a permanent echo between their souls. It was intimate, dangero

"What do you mean colors?" "Each bond has a color, a mate bond is gold, a family bond is orange, the oath bond is blue and a blood bond is red. You have all those colors coming from you but the one that is the brightest and the thickest is the mate blood bond you share with father, that one is a mix of gold, blue and red." "Me and your father have an oath bond? How?"