Blood-kin Novels & Stories

The night was a long one for Karin. As she rubbed her eyes and yawned, she stiffened in her room. Despite how quiet it was in the house, she could hear the little whimpers coming from the room next to her. Her little ears picked up the sound faster than anyone would. How could it not? She had Alpha blood running through her veins but her mother had never mentioned that so little Karin thought others to be weaker than her when in fact, she just had Alpha blood and it was only natural for Alpha's to be stronger.

I rebutted not willing to agree to anything without know what it was that I was saying yes to. Richard let a soft smile creep onto his face. “It’s only a simple blood test, almost like a blood type test. All from the Alpha blood line of a pack, have an identifying mark in their blood that marks them to their specific pack. If you are truly the daughter of Alpha Hardin then a small drop of your blood should cause the liquid in this vile to turn gold.” He said pointing to a test tube rack with a single vile in it. The vile was half way filled with a colorless opaque liquid.

"When the food ran out, she fed the hungry. When the wounded screamed, she bound their cuts. When I was weak, she was my spine. When I was lost, she was my map." He leaned over the table. He stared at Thomas. "Rowland had the blood of kings, and he was a monster," Kendrick said. "Rina has the blood of slaves, and she is a queen. So tell me, Elder. What is the value of this blood you speak of? What is it worth if the heart is rotten?" Thomas opened his mouth. He closed it again. He had no answer. The logic was simple. It was brutal. It stripped away the old excuses.

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.

Inara said and they all looked at her. “See, she knows what she’s talking about. Forget the glitter … there is no glitter,” Besnik said. “What is this glitter for the vampires?” Granit asked and Inara laughed again. “It’s a different movie and not applicable here at all. Bes is right, forget that glitter exists,” Inara said. “Okay, glitter does not exist,” Kadri said as he wiped his mouth. “I understand now. No glitter ever.”

"Seeing your face ignites the flames of old blood, once friends, but betrayed by the other." "You cunt! What did I ever do to deserve this?! Titran was pained; he roared in anger, his veins straining on the surface of his skin. "I didn't come here to batter words; I came here to defeat my enemies." Kyron said with a sly grin. "Beg… Plead for mercy and I will let you leave, or begin to say your last words." Kyron said, and Titran gazed at him with hatred. "I would rather rot in hell than beg the murderer of my son and his mother!" Titran said, then spat on Kyron's face. The saliva slowly glided down his face.

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

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.

I asked the doctor, and he paused to answer. "Once the silver is out, he will be able to heal himself. We have to give it time. Meantime. I will need to transfer blood to his system, while I flush out the silver." The doctor said, and I volunteered myself. The blood was taken, and because I could not allow my issue with Desiree to linger, I asked Kyle to come and stand guard and watch. No blood was allowed to interact with my father. It wasn't because I believed what Tim had told Desiree but because I did not want anyone to claim sabotage.

Why is it black? “You are a Blackburn,” Sage said, answering her thought as he retracted his wing and Amber looked at him. “Your kind is special for the black blood that runs in your veins and that is why they call you Nightbloods. Bathilda is one too.” Even after what he said, Amber could not bring herself to lick her own blood and she quickly rubbed it off with her other finger. She looked at him again and caught him staring and she felt it to be overwhelming. “Kyra,” he called. His voice was as soft as the wind and her heart nearly stopped.