Blood Over Bright Haven Broken Binding Novels & Stories

“That’s a pureblood heir. If anything happened, the entire vampire world would lose its mind.” Beneath the blanket, my hand slowly rested over my stomach. Her child was the pureblood heir the entire vampire world had been waiting for. Mine was only a half-blood that should never have existed. From the very beginning, they belonged to two completely different worlds. The hospital room fell silent again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood bond document. The once vivid crimson words had finally faded away completely. I stared at the blank page for a very long time before slowly tearing it apart.

Pain blooms, sharp and fleeting, but it’s nothing compared to the fire already inside me. My blood joins his. The water ripples violently, glowing brighter. The air hums. The healer raises her arms. “The Blood Moon witnesses all. The bond forged in darkness, tonight we call to light. By love and will, by pain and truth — sever or surrender.” The circle flares alive. I gasp as a surge of power rushes through me, burning from my core outward. My vision blurs — the world fading into a flood of crimson and silver. And then I’m somewhere else.

I could feel it leaving my body, flowing back to her through the connection I'd worked so hard to create. *Stop!* I screamed through the bond. *You'll kill us both!* Her laughter was like broken glass in my mind. Cold. Sharp. Completely without mercy. The bond snapped. The sound was audible, a crack like a whip, like bone breaking, like my heart splitting in half. But as the connection severed, something else happened. Black veins spread from my collarbone up my neck, crawling across my skin like living ink. They pulsed once, twice, then faded but not completely. Thin dark lines remained, marking me as someone who'd touched forbidden magic and been burned by it.

Phantom hissed again, ran around in a few circles, careened into the wall, wobbled slightly as if drunk, then shot off down the hall and through the door to the basement. “Jesus Christ,” Brad said, looking down at the blood welling from the scratches. He hurried to the kitchen, feeling lightheaded and nauseated. The sight of blood had never much bothered him before, being the connoisseur of horror movies that he was, but seeing his own bodily fluid beading up and running down his wrist made him feel ill. It was too red, too bright, too thick.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

“First thing in the morning. I’m ready now.” Daemonikai winced, something sharp twisting in his chest, so sudden and deep it felt like an invisible fist had plunged into his ribs and yanked. He hissed, doubling slightly. Vladya jolted. “Daemonikai? What is it? What just happened?” “My blood bond.” Daemonikai rubbed his chest through the prolonged discomfort. “It broke.” Vladya lowered his gaze to the infant cradled in his arms. “She’s dead, then.” A pause. “I wonder what happened.”

She raised her hands. The bond roared through her, a tidal wave of magic, power, history. Was remake it. A howl rang through the darkness. Fierce. Defiant. Eli. Then another. Mason. Then Dani. Jonas. Jorah. The Bloodmarked rose from the shadows. Their bodies burned with silver light, the bond rekindled in their veins. Lyla felt all of them. Stronger than before. Connected deeper than before. Because the Bloodmoon had not shattered the bond.

His jaw tensed as his eyes scanned her unmoving form. “Will someone tell me what the f*ck is going on?!” Thorne’s voice boomed across the room, rough and panicked, rattling the silence. The healer stepped forward without hesitation. “We need to do a bloodbind to save the Luna—she was just attacked by her mother with a dose of wolfsbane so strong it’s saturating her cells. She’s fading. If we don’t act now, she could lose her wolf, her baby, or both.”