Blood Over Bright Haven Broken Binding Novels & Stories

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!”

"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.”

Bone cracked, but it didn’t falter. Above, Daryl reached a ledge and pulled something from his cloak — a vial glowing with sickly blue light. Even from here, Killian could taste the metallic tang of concentrated blood magic. He hurled it down. The vial shattered at the creature’s feet, and the blue glow surged upward, tangling with the red in its veins. The Bloodforged froze, muscles twitching as if caught between two masters. Daryl dropped from the ledge, landing beside Killian. “Now!”

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

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?