Blood-kin Novels & Stories

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

I turn my head away from it. "What is that Kris?" My lips quivered. His voice comes out deep and calm. "Blood from The King." BLOOD?!!!! He continues to run it along my arms and thighs. Why does he have The King's blood?!!! My whole body shakes in denial. I didn't want his blood. I don't want anything that belong to him, I'm not even worthy enough to keep his child... "As his mate, you deserved to be healed by his immortal blood Hunnie."

I had watched him kill traitors and humans with a single slap, snapping their necks like twigs. Veyron leaned in. I met his eyes, and his frown deepened. "Close your eyes." I obeyed, shutting them tight, surrendering to the darkness. His lips met mine. The kiss was soft at first, then came his tongue and something metallic that tasted of vanilla and copper. I knew it instantly. Veyron's blood. He never bled unless he chose to. His blood was currency in our pack, harvested by scientists for healing syrups and pills that cured everything from infections to cancer. Taken directly, it granted rapid healing, surging energy, vitality that made the recipient feel reborn.

Even in the low lighting, she could see the family resemblance between them; the squareness of their jaws, the dark curly hair and the deep tan of their skin. "I'm sorry to say that I don't, Alpha." Alpha Kai hummed thoughtfully. "Did you know that my great-grandfather mated the sister to the King?" He pointed to the painting hung above his Beta's head. "They met at the King's coronation. She had the most incredible auburn hair down to the back's of her knees, and," he paused, turning to meet her gaze, "sapphire-blue eyes." Shit. He'd figured it out. And not only that, the Alpha was her distant cousin.

And yet, somehow, I was given the hardest task of all. Picking up the tray, which was heavier than all the rest since it was full of pitcher of heavy blood, I made for the door. The Pack clinic always kept a well-stocked blood bank, both in case a wolf needed a transfusion and for whenever important Vampires come calling. Since Werewolves heal so quickly, it doesn't take much to restock it with donations. I helped Rosie a few times doing blood drives during the long years of the war.

“He... sends his regards.” I flipped open the note--- and couldn’t help but grin. All it said was “Good fight! Call me when you need more blood spilled”. In other words, he didn’t want his name tied to any papers and publicized anywhere. This was a favor between blood-pact brothers and not an alliance. Noted... “Good,” I replied coldly, throwing the paper into the fire. “One crazy person is more than enough to have around.” “My King!”

Julian Kincaid stammers with glassy eyes filled with shock. I point my gun at his head, giving him the death stare before I shift my hand so his only oğul, Nate, is now forced to stare down the barrel of my gold-plated weapon that was gifted to me by my babaanne. A weapon forged from despair, vengeance, and bloodlust. It is specifically intended for the blood of a Kincaid male. The first oğul (son), to be exact. “No!” Carmen Kincaid bellows as she steps in front of her oğul and rests her forehead against the end of my weapon. “You can not have my only boy,” she screams hysterically.

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.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

she said to him. Kiran grabbed her hand when she reached for the needle in his arm. “Give him what he needs. I’ll be fine.” The nurse glanced at Malcolm as Kiran released his grip on her and he nodded his head. “Carter, we need to find more Type O candidates under the Zetas. The King might need more blood than his father can give him without dying himself.” “You just keep him alive!” Kiran said harshly, and sat back down in the chair. “Go, Carter,” Malcolm said in a whisper, his voice desperate. “And be quick about it.”