Blood Knot Book Novels & Stories

She nodded, hands twisting in her skirt to keep them from shaking. “We used to draw one over doorways,” she said. “A knot of three loops, like interlocked moons. It blurs who passes under it. Makes it harder for anything… looking… to track a face or a scent.” I filed that away. Useful. “And weaknesses?” I pressed. “Of blood magic. Of bindings like the Alpha’s curse?” Her face twisted.

She feels the darkness lift as her eyes adjust to the light, her eyes widening. “Don’t even try it. You’re bound to this room; no witch can cast spells in here.” Willow looks at Camille shocked as she holds up the grimoire Willow’s been dedicating so much time to. “It took me what, a few seconds to link myself to the book? As soon as I did that I knew where it was and how to get it. I’ll leave you with these two lovely vampires now; you have a lot to discuss.” Turning she walks out, Willow staring at Dan and the other guy, their loud laughter booming around the room.

BOUND BY THE VEIN CONTENT WARNING This novel contains material intended for mature audiences only (18+). It includes themes and scenes involving: Graphic violence Blood and feeding Sexual content Obsession and psychological manipulation Power imbalance and coercive dynamics Death and dark supernatural horror elements 🚫Reader discretion is strongly advised. COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Okay... before some of you come for my neck. 😂 I need to disappear for about 5 days. I know, I know... that's a long time, especially now that we're getting close to the ending, but hear me out first. We have about 38 chapters left, and my goal is still to finish Knotting on Ice before the end of this month. To make that happen without randomly disappearing again, I want to use these few days to properly outline and draft the remaining chapters.

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

"Sophia, find the suture kits in the black bag. And the alcohol." For the next hour, the world shrank down to the space of that narrow mattress. I didn't stop to think about *how* I knew what to do. My fingers just moved on pure, unadulterated instinct. I cleaned the jagged edge of the bullet wound, wiping away the dark red smear from his ribs. When I took the curved needle and the black thread from Sophia, my hands didn't hesitate. I pierced the skin, pulling the edges together, tying the knots neat and tight, just like I had seen someone do a thousand times before in some distant, blurry memory.

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort

"Knotting is a natural part of the bonding process between an Alpha and Omega, Princess. It happens during intimacy when the Alpha's knot swells and locks inside the Omega, creating a physical connection that goes beyond just pleasure. It's a symbol of our bond, and it can be an intense experience, both emotionally and physically." Right now, Amethysta's cheeks were burning upon hearing his answer. How could she shamelessly ask those questions to an Alpha? It was absurd but she wanted to. Her toe curled while the blood in her vessels started to move faster than before. Her body throbbed in need. It was her first time to feel like this. "I want to experience those." She mumbled which wasn't h

Alone with the book. Its leather cover was warm under her fingertips, the glowing runes pulsing faintly as if sensing her presence. She ran her fingers over them before carefully opening it, her eyes scanning the first few pages. Ancient script covered the parchment, some of it in a language she could barely understand. But as she turned another page, the letters shifted, rearranging themselves into something readable. The sanctuary’s magic at work. "The Bloodbond is sacred, formed in the presence of the divine. It may lie dormant for years, hidden beneath the surface of the soul, until awakened by fate’s hand. But where one bond is strong, another may yet linger, its roots entwined with for

Jimmy stood in the doorway, and the coroner, Dr Wyatt Bloom, stood near the windows. Conrad’s eyes were still open, and he lay spread eagle on the bed. On the nightstand was his watch, his famiglia ring, and his money clip. Dominic gritted his teeth as his eyes trailed over Conrad’s corpse. His penis and testicles had been severed cleanly, and they were nailed to the wall above his head. His stomach had been slit open, the wound gaping at him. His intestines had been taken out and wrapped around his neck. There were blood spatters everywhere, and a bloody cross had been made on Conrad’s forehead. He’d been cut open from side to side, a kill wound and Dominic knew the intestines around his ne