Blood-kin Novels & Stories

Her blood fell in perfect rhythm with the moon’s pulse. Bianca watched, every maternal instinct screaming, This is wrong. Yet her destiny, carved in prophecy and flame, would not release her. “Repeat after me,” Bianca commanded, though her voice faltered. “Blood to blood. Bone to bone.” “Blood to blood,” Luna echoed, her voice steady, “bone to bone.” “Crown of the serpent, release your throne.” The wind howled, tearing at their hair, their cloaks. The crown lifted slightly, defying gravity, a thin trail of blood connecting it to Bianca’s hand like a living tether.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. I remember the cheers as I walked before everyone. I remember looking out and everyone bowing on one knee before me, save Arisa as she was my blood partner. I remember raising the small bowl and feeling everyone's blood trickling down my throat. I felt an odd sensation of being connected. A shiver had wracked through me at the time, and for a second I felt each of them burn through me. Instantly I knew all their names and their history up until they gave me their blood.

We have a no refund policy so once you buy’em, you can’t bring ‘em back. How lovely. “First, on the list, we have our very special breed, Kira Song.’’ I walked to the stage with a forced smile on my face and stood next to Austen whose lingering stare made me uncomfortable. “Kira is a five-foot-two, redhead with a blood type of Negative O.” Whispers and murmurs erupted from the guests. The Purebloods elongated their fangs as they looked at me with lust? Admiration? Negative O-type blood was very rare. It was the only reason why I wasn’t killed alongside my family when vampires invaded our tent that night.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

Karson put his arms around his mate to comfort her. “Basically, the doctor will transfuse my blood with hers.” Dakota started. “She’s my mate and I am Alpha blood; my blood will help strengthen her and her wolf, especially since I’ve been through this process before. The part that is dangerous is that her blood has to be cleaned.” “We have Alpha blood as well. Karson stated. “I am Kelvin’s younger brother and Kora is from an Alpha family.” “Her having Alpha blood on both sides of her family will give her a stronger chance.” Connor told them.

"Besides, I need to know which side the people in my castle are on." Rena chuckled, "You're very deceptive." "Heh… Isn't this what you and that guy taught me? I just followed what my parents did." "So you acknowledge us as your parents?" "Don't dream, even if this is a lie, the confession will never happen." "But you can't lie to the fact that my blood and His Majesty's blood run through your body." Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have."

“The blood of your kin is a key. Spill it, and I open everything for you.” His skin prickled under his coat. The tendrils wrapped higher, over his ribs, coiling along his arms like a lover’s embrace. The longer they touched him, the more his own will began to bleed away, drip by drip. The spear aimed at Daryl inched forward. Killian’s jaw clenched until it hurt. He pushed with everything — memories of his parents’ last night, of the laughter of the noble who bought their blood like wine, of the years running from hunters who didn’t even know why they hunted him.