Blood Tie Novels & Stories

He said as he pointed to the mark. “Well, you’re connected to her. But she isn’t to you yet.” Cyrus looked stunned, “I don’t have to fucking bite her right?” Ishaan laughed loudly. “You could, but it isn’t necessary. My wife and I did make a blood bind. Similar to when you join a pack. Your blood is already inside April, but not the other way around.” Ishaan turned to me and shared what type of therapy I needed afterwards. “Will you be receiving physical therapy here or at another place?”

The peace built across four days of blood and grief and hard choices came apart in seconds. I looked for Kieran. He was six feet away and his eyes were wrong with the rage craft but not fully gone. The Blood-Bind between us was real and thin and he was using it as an anchor, holding onto the thread of it the way a person holds onto a rope in fast water, deliberately, with effort that was visible on his face. "Sera." His voice was strained. "I can feel it. It is in the ground. It is in all of us."

“What does that mean? What aren’t you telling me?” The elder’s expression shifted—just enough for me to catch it. Worry. Maybe even fear. “Your bond is stronger than we thought. It’s not just a link, Lia—it’s a tether. And the more you use their power, the tighter that tether will become.” I blinked. “What are you talking about?” “Somehow, your blood is tied to them. And I also assume that you got visions when you touched it, right?” “Yes, but how do I stop it?”

I ask slowly. Doc Joe hesitates slightly before answering. “The ritual forms a temporary blood tether between the two of you,” he says. “Not the full mate bond you once had… but something similar. Your life forces will briefly synchronize. Your strength will help stabilize him while his wolf heals.” My stomach tightens at that. A blood tether. That means our lives will be connected again—even if only temporarily. “Oh,” I say quietly, still trying to process everything. This only means one thing. I slowly shake my head.

“There is one more thing. A blood bind. It’s dangerous and not always effective. But in rare cases, it’s enough to keep the body and soul from tearing apart.” “I’ll give her my blood!” Kaya cried, already stepping forward, her hands trembling, her eyes bloodshot with grief and fear. “No,” the healer said quickly, firmly. “Blood binds can only be done between fated mates. And even then, it’s a risk. But if it works, it can save her.” “Alpha Thorne should’ve been back by now,” the doctor muttered under her breath, her eyes flicking toward the door. “Unless…” “If Thorne is dead,” the healer said plainly, “she dies. with no Luna, no heir, and no Alpha…”

He mumbling, even can’t speak very well. Tears start to flow my face, but they are black tears. Please! I have to save him. “Do you really want that?” “Who said that?” I said when I heard that voice, but I couldn’t see anyone…Maybe it’s invisible. “It doesn’t matter, but if you want to save him, would you be willing yourself to bond with him with the blood tie?” “If this will allow him to live, I will do it!” “Know that you will not be able to go back, you will be tied to him, you will feel most of his pain... do you still want to do this?”

Each entry lists names. Dates. Children. Pairs. Failed bonds. Successful ones. My pulse pounds in my ears. This isn’t genealogy. It’s breeding. Kaia’s voice drifts from across the room, “you need to see this.” We all turn. She holds up a bundle of papers tied with thin red thread. Elias crosses the room quickly and takes them from her. His eyes scan the top page, and then the next, then the next. His face goes pale. “What?” I ask.

I took the phone and read it. The page contained the information Jason had collected before the ritual was done. It laid out the blood tie, how it worked, what it responded to. And, near the bottom, it laid out how to break it. According to the notes, a fully completed mate bond overrides a blood tie entirely. The tie cannot hold against a real bond that is complete and consummated. I lowered the phone.

The root of the problem is you telling people you bought this tie for your son. "Don't you want to understand what's happening? "Why did everyone turn against you? Why do they want you dead?" My heart jumped. I said carefully, "The tie really was something I bought for my son." He did not turn on me like everyone else. Instead, his smile deepened to something almost cryptic. For a moment, I felt like I had grabbed onto a lifeline. I wanted to fall to my knees and beg him to tell me the answer. He had no intention of hiding it and spoke straightforwardly.