Blood Domination Novels & Stories

Cillian pushed himself up, his eyes meeting Dominic’s across the darkened room. "The Origin Blood," Cillian rasped, his voice sounding like two stones grinding together. "You took the last of it. You’re no longer a natural, Dominic. You’re a construct now. Just like me." "No," Dominic said, hauling himself to his feet. The cane was gone, but he didn't need it. The Origin Blood was coursing through him, repairing the damage with a speed that felt like fire. "I’m the version that actually has a soul. And I’m shutting you down."

“We can’t use a normal wolf’s blood?” “I am sorry, ma’am. But, only Primordial blood is needed.” My legs start to fail me but Nixie and Elva hold me protectively, Primordial wolves are the rarest, it’s a surprise that my brother is a Primordial Wolf when none of our ancestors are. The door bursts open and everyone snaps their head towards the direction to see Dominic walking in, his presence demands attraction. Everyone pales and my father quickly jerks to his knee. “What are you doing here?” He roars, “You already took the portrait and withdrew from the war. We have no business with you.”

A triangle of signatures waiting only for my hand. Metaphysic: awaken Drăculești markers without snapping her mind. True blood rites must be mimicked but not invoked; she is a descendant, not an heir. A rite for the “remembering of blood” rather than “the begetting of a house.” Biologic: introduce Stage-I exsanguine infusion disguised as medicine, titrated through a familiar (Maria), followed by controlled privations (fasted mornings, dulled palate), then a precipitant (wolf wound + my serum), then Stage-II binding (mirror-room, no salt, low brass, nine beats).

She then stood up and moved between rows until she found the volume she'd been chasing: The Draven Lineage - Blood, Rule, and Power. The leather spine cracked when she pulled it free, dust motes scattering like tiny ghosts. Settling at a table, she flipped through yellowed pages. Her eyes snagged on a passage scrawled in tight script: "Omega blood is a contradiction. Fragile in vessel, considered useless but laden with potential beyond Alpha dominion. Many have tried to wield it. Few survive. For its purity weakens the wicked, yet empowers the chosen. In it lies either ruin or ascension."

And yet, at the same time, I felt like I was being torn in two—the part of me that wanted to reject this power, and the part of me that wanted to embrace it. “Get away from her!” Dominic’s voice was sharp now, filled with fear and anger. He stepped between me and the woman, his body rigid with protective instinct. The woman’s gaze softened, and she tilted her head, considering him with an almost fond amusement. “You’ll never be able to protect her from this, Dominic. It’s in her blood. It’s in all of us. The sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for you both.” I swallowed hard, trying to push past the dizziness that clouded my mind. “What are you talking about?” I whispered, the word

“Your father was human.” Relief hit instantly, until he continued. “But your survival should have been impossible.” My chest tightened again. Right. Back to horrifying statements. “The child of royal blood and a human should never have inherited this much power.” The room felt colder suddenly. The bond shifted uneasily too. Because Darius understood something I didn’t. I looked at him immediately. “What?” He hesitated. Then finally said quietly, “Mixed bloodlines usually weaken wolves.” “But not me.” “No.” The single word settled heavily between us.

“Damon, we found more.” Damon turns. “What.” Marcus hands it to him. “Your father blackmailed Victoria’s family. If you refused to reject Elena, her family would be executed. He feared civil war if he accepted the Winters bloodline.” Damon goes pale. “He… forced it.” “And,” Marcus adds, “this page says Maya’s sickness may not be natural.” I snatch the page from Damon, reading the line aloud. “Subjects born from sabotaged bonds show weakening wolves and unstable cores.”

“The blood calls—she answers!” “Stop!” I gasped as my wounds surprisingly didn't close. Instead it got hotter.. “Whatever this is—stop it!” Nymera’s voice came soft and sure: “By the bond of blood, by the law of dominion, the Wolf of Silver, Cinder Romero binds to the House of Eternal, one of the pureblood.” The cuts flared silver. The blood twisted together, searing our skin. I smelled iron and smoke. My vision going white. A broken sound tore from my throat as energy rippled up my arm.

Dominic’s POV I couldn’t breathe. The room felt too small, too tight, like the walls were closing in on me. My gaze stayed locked on the boys—on my sons—as if looking away would make them disappear. Silver grey? Their eyes shone in a silver-grey color? It didn’t make sense. No! It made perfect sense. There was no mistaking it. That colour was carved into my bloodline; it had been passed down through generations of Drogomor Alphas. My father had told me, when I first showed mine, that it was a lineage thing and that no one outside our lineage had it.