Blood Link Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Does that make it right?" "It makes it necessary." I grabbed his bloody hand, forcing him to look at me. "The Blood-Link isn't just a scent, Dante. It’s a haunting. Your body knows how to survive even when your soul wants to quit. Don't fight it. If you fight it, we die." He pulled his hand away, a look of pure loathing on his face. Not for me. For himself. "Is this what our life was? Me killing, and you watching?"

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

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.

“Ava… you were prophesied to end the bloodline war. To bridge the race that birthed chaos. I wasn’t just sent to watch you. I was born to find you.” Ava’s voice trembled. “Are you saying… we were created for each other?” “No,” he said gently. “I’m saying we chose each other long before any prophecy existed. The bond we share, it’s deeper than fate. It’s blood, bone… soul.” Her breath caught—but then Achi’s eyes clouded. He clutched his head, his voice low and strained. “Sean… mindlink… the pack—” “What is it?” she asked urgently.

He reaches a hand behind him and grabs mine. ‘I got you baby.’ He says over our mindlink, but it sounds muddy for some reason. I can feel his confusion over our bond, so he must have felt the connection be unstable as well. I try to mindlink Hazel, but it's like I can dial her number which is very concerning as we have a bloodbond as well as the packlink.

“You've been studying the interaction.” “Yes.” “And?” He hesitated. “Blood Craft doesn't preserve memories.” “Then what does it do?” “It gives memory somewhere to anchor.” Eamon's eyes narrowed. “Explain.” Koa brought up a diagram. A web of thin lines appeared..“Every living person carries biological information. Blood carries some of it. But Blood Craft isn't reading memories from blood.” “Then what?” “Recognition.” The word felt important. “Blood Craft can establish a living connection between people who already share a bond.”

Blood. It was everywhere—slick on the dirt, staining blades, soaking into Jason’s side. My breath caught when I saw it, hot panic rising in my throat. He tried to hide it, standing tall, his sword still steady, but I wasn’t blind. I saw the way his hand pressed against his ribs, the way his jaw clenched against the pain. And he still fought. For me.

"Kaia... we can stop. We don’t have to do this right now." "Can we talk about something else?" I asked. My voice was a hoarse wreck. "Something lighter?" She offered a small, sad smile and took a bite of her sandwich. "Of course." I turned to Selene, who was mindlessly stirring her soup. "Why can I link with you? I’m not in your pack. I don’t have a pack at all." Her spoon stopped mid-circle. "A strong bond can open a link," Runa explained, brushing a stray crumb from her lap. "Trust, love, or even shared trauma."

In others she’s concentrating hard, her tongue stuck between her teeth the way kids do when they’re focused. There’s one near the window where she’s mid-dance, her hair caught in motion like she’s spinning. Lily. I stop breathing for a second. I’ve seen her face before. In the news articles I read late at night when I couldn’t sleep, in the photos that played on the television coverage of the accident. But those felt distant, like something that happened to other people in another world. This is different. This is real. These drawings are everywhere, covering the walls like he’s trying to keep her here, like if he draws her enough times she’ll somehow come back.