Blood Over Bright Haven Broken Binding Novels & Stories

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."

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

Then she opened her eyes and whispered weakly, “I’m fine. It’s over.” Venus hugged her gently, tears in her eyes. “You’re okay now. You scared the shit out of me, Crystal.” “I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I didn't mean to.” “It's not your fault. I can't believe how strong you were, going through such pain without breaking.” Crystal mumbled something to herself and dropped her gaze to the floor. I stood there for a long moment, staring at her, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. The healer turned to me. “Now you understand,” she said. “Their bond wasn’t ordinary. It was old magic—one formed under the Blood Moon. That kind of bond doesn’t just vanish. When one dies, the other feels

I opened it: "I don’t know why you suddenly want to know more about blood pact binding. And I know you’re busy right now, which is why I didn’t call. But you told me to send anything I found out immediately. So, I discovered that the binding pact doesn’t have a cure as at the moment. And the bind doesn’t break even when the one who initiated it dies. In fact…it can become more lethal if that person who initiates it dies…" I didn’t even finish reading. The phone slipped in my hand as my mind spun but i quickly grabbed it. No cure? More lethal if he dies? What the hell did that mean? I barely registered Darien calling my name. I rushed back into my own car, ignoring the shocked stares of his g

Taking a deep breath, Damon pushed the door open and ventured inside. The room was faintly lit by a single, flashing bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows over the floor. The air was thick with the smell of soggy concrete and fear. Haven was sitting in a chair within the centre of the room, his hands bound behind his back with hard rope. His dull hair was tangled with sweat, and his face was pale, but his eyes were furious as they met Damon’s.

"Instead of listening to Mom, you'll only move when I slap you, huh?" But after Queenie left, the Show family, having eaten a good amount, soon found themselves immobile. When Francis finally realized something was wrong, he discovered that Queenie had filled the house with gasoline. His eyes widened in terror. As he tried to stop her, he coughed up black-colored blood. "What are you trying to do?" Queenie's gaze was hollow. "Francis, I told you that you would face retribution. If heaven doesn't give it to you, I will."

’ ‘ Jacob's enemies are not your enemies, Ava,’ Ava hit her head with her palm, trying to chase the voices in her head away but they increased with each passing second. She reached for the pin in her hair and stared blankly at it. Without thinking, she plunged it into her head. A loud gasp left her mouth and slowly she fell to the bathroom floor, her eyes staring blankly at the wall as blood spilled out, staining the floor and the wall where her head rested.

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.

“Ethan’s cruelty has no limits. Even now, he seeks to control you.” I pulled back slightly, my lips trembling. “Can it be broken?” He looked at me, his eyes blazing with determination. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and certain. “But it will not be easy. A blood oath is ancient magic, and to sever it, we must fight it with blood of our own.” A shiver ran through me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said, cupping my face in both hands, “that I will need to make my own vow, stronger than his. I will need to bind you to me—not as a possession, but as a protection. And to do that, blood must be spilled.”

Liora’s pinky hooked mine—quiet reassurance. I wasn’t flashing gold anymore. The shimmer under my skin had faded the moment Elara sat beside me again. The bond thrummed steady now—warm, golden, alive—but the pain from second period had vanished. When she’d been across campus in first period, the distance had felt like knives twisting in my chest. Sharp. Burning. Lethal if it had lasted longer. Professor Thorne paced between the tables, voice calm and clipped. “Bloodroot,” she said, lifting a glowing bulb. “Binds wounds, accelerates healing. But overuse causes blood fever—gold-tinged skin, hallucinations, eventual organ failure. Rare, but documented in early turned vampires who fed too aggres