Blood Over Bright Haven Broken Binding Novels & Stories

Brendan replied. He reached out his hand, attempting to touch her through an invisible barrier. In the next instant, his body convulsed with coughs, and he struggled to catch his breath. Blood trickled from his nostrils, thick and sticky. He tried to conceal it with his hand, but the blood escaped, slipping through his fingers. One drop, then another... They fell onto the glass and onto the floor. The assistant's pupils dilated, and she moved forward in astonishment, "Mr. Brighthall—"

Crimson blood poured down the King's snout, blinding his vision. Rowan drove him back, ramming his weight into Sarlen's chest until they collided with another wall, the polished silver sheets buckling and groaning as they ripped free from their stone anchors. Bram was already at the altar. His broadsword flashed in three violent strokes, cutting through the thick leather straps holding me down. He clamped his gloved hand over the vein in my right forearm, cleanly pinching and removing the hollow silver spike from my flesh to stop the bleeding. “We have to get you out of here—now!” He said

As she finished I let go of my nose and called out to her. “Nena,I told you to be careful with sharp things.” Unlike others, Nena’s blood is quite rare. It gives off a very sweet smell that can make a vampire lose his senses. Good thing I can control myself very well. She looked back at me, “Ah! Sorry… The cutter slipped out of my hand when I was trying to cut the sticks… But I put the band-aid on immediately!” I walked to her and crouched, “Good work.” I softly patted her head, “Be careful next time.”

he bellowed, raising his hand to strike me. I didn't flinch. I lunged, my own bloody hand clamping down on his bleeding one. Our blood mingled in the air. At that exact moment, a spectral crimson light bled through the high air vent. The blood moon had risen. "By this blood, I bind you! By my soul, I sever!" I chanted the ancient words, my eyes locked on his terrified ones. "Every debt is paid! Every bond is broken! Now and forever, we are nothing!"

My arms ached with every push of the handle. BANG. A gunshot. I froze. The mop slipped from my hands. Footsteps upstairs. Voices. Then—nothing. My legs wouldn’t move. I hid behind a metal shelf, heart pounding so loud I could barely hear the bass from the club above. Then I heard it. A groan. Faint. Pained. I peeked around the shelf. Down the hall, by a stack of crates, a man was lying on the ground. His shirt was soaked in blood.

Not metaphorically. It boiled. The scent hit the crowd before the magic did, iron-rich and laced with power. The coals beneath me hissed as blood seeped from my cracked skin, soaking the embers. The sky darkened. And then… I moved. Not rising, not yet. I twitched. The pain should’ve ended me. Instead, it opened me. Bloodbinding surged up through my spine, hungry and unholy. It wasn’t Sevrin’s gift anymore. It wasn’t borrowed.

"Whatever slowed it before isn't strong enough this time." "What do we do?" I asked, desperation building fast. "I don't know." Bettina's hands had started shaking slightly, exhaustion and fear both plainly written across her face. "I've never encountered a binding mark this deep before, not even in the old records. Whatever craft Rourke's bloodline uses, it's beyond anything I've actually treated in practice." Marisol cried out again, sharper this time, her back bowing off the table as the glow beneath her skin intensified further, spreading visibly up her arm toward her shoulder.

They tried to absorb it, to siphon off the energy tearing through me. It worked for a moment. The light dimmed. The pain eased. Then the bond cracked. I screamed. The light exploded outward, blinding and terrible. Jason was thrown back, crashing into a tree. Mateo fell to his knees, blood dripping from his nose. Dimitri didn’t move — he held on, teeth gritted, eyes burning. “Let go, Dimitri!” Mateo shouted. He didn’t. He held on until the light shattered one final time — and then everything went white.

Belinda rolled her eyes at their pleas. "Let's just get this over with," Martina added, her tone weary. Belinda stepped forward, taking Martina's left hand. Their free hands hovered over a shallow stone basin. Belinda sliced a thin cut across her palm, blood dripping into the basin, a dark crimson pool forming. Martina did the same, her blood mixing with her sister's. The mixture glowed faintly, a pulse of dark energy spreading across the courtyard.

When the light subsided, silence enveloped the chamber like a suffocating veil. The once-majestic pillars were now fractured, their carvings barely discernible amidst the rubble. The Crimson Heart lay shattered on the ground, its shards radiating a dim, haunting glow. Aria stirred first, her head pounding and her body weak from the overwhelming power they had just unleashed. She blinked, trying to adjust her vision to the dim light. The bond of the Blood Pact throbbed within her chest, tugging her awareness toward Lucian.