Blood Over Bright Haven Broken Binding Novels & Stories

Not a normal kick, this is powerful, violent, accompanied by a surge of silver light that explodes from my stomach. Kate screams, thrown backward by the force. “What” she starts. But my baby isn’t done. The silver light intensifies, burning away at the binding magic like acid on rope. “That’s impossible!” Kate shrieks. “The binding should be…” The light burns brighter, and I feel it, my child fighting back. Fighting for its own life. For my life. For all of us. The binding shatters completely. Kate’s eyes widens in absolute shock. “How?” she whispers.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

She starts toward the mess, probably planning to clean it up, and I want to tell her not to bother, want to tell her to just leave and take her stupid concern and her circadian rhythms with her. But then she kneels down next to the broken plate and reaches for one of the larger pieces of ceramic. Her hand slips. The edge of the shard catches her palm, cutting a line across it that immediately starts to bleed. She makes a small sound, barely more than a breath, and pulls her hand back. “Leave it,” I say, my voice coming out rougher. “It’s fine. I just need to—” “I said leave it.” She looks up at me, her hand pressed against her stomach now, trying to hide the cut even though I can already see

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!"

I stood by the table, methodically crushing dried mountain sage and mixing it with a thick, dark resin, because the events on the battlefield had made it clear that a casual proximity wasn't enough to hold back the shadow anymore. ​"You've been staring at that bowl for ten minutes, so either tell me what you're planning or go back to your room and let me bleed in peace," Vaelor muttered, his voice sounding thin and worn out while he stared into the flames. ​"I’m preparing a blood-binding, because today proved that the tether between us is too brittle, and if the entity finds another gap like that, it’ll tear you apart just to get to me," I said, carrying the bowl over to him and setting it o

I leaned forward until our foreheads touched, our blood-stained fingers intertwined above the bowl. “I leave the bond awake,” I said. The moment the words left my mouth, a dull pressure settled behind my ribs. The bond dimmed slightly. The ritual had taken hold. So why was Evangeline convulsing now in the back of an ambulance? Why was she coughing blood? Why hadn’t the ritual protected her? When bonds strain, the damage isn’t only emotional. Bodies break with them. The ambulance doors burst open at the hospital and the world dissolved into noise.

Blood started flowing into the bowl he held beneath my wrist. "Stop it" I said. "Please stop." "This will only take a moment. I just need enough blood to complete the binding spell." The pain was sharp but not as bad as the seal breaking. I watched as my blood filled the bowl and tried not to think about what he was going to do with it. After he had enough blood he let go of my arm and stepped back. "There. That was not so bad was it?" "You are insane." "I am brilliant. And soon everyone will see just how brilliant I am."

Once more I call on the ancestors, Uncover the bloodline, Allow the power to fester, Make the power shine. No more will the power hide from all, This is our final call. Love be thy connection, For mother and daughter, Thy binding no longer a protection Let thy power flow as water. So mote it shall be! The breaking of the bind happened quickly, the pain was immense. I could not focus on any of my surroundings as I felt the cold fire begin to lick up my veins again before every single door that had been closed was opened. The pain of thousands of voices filled me like a flood, it was all too much. I knew I was screaming but I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t focus on any of the voices. I could