Blood Tie Novels & Stories

Blood ties run deep. “I was waiting for you,” he says. “You okay? Lose something?” “No,” I lie, voice shaky. “Let’s go.” He doesn’t move, lips curving with compassion. “You sure you’ll be fine?” I force a weak smile. “Yes.” He takes my hand, leading me out of the unfamiliar cabin—sitting on the porch is a high-backed chair, a button blanket draped over it. As we drive away, Eli glances at me. “You’ve never seen that cabin before.”

I could taste steel metal on my tongue, he made me bleed. My eyes fluttered shut as the crowd erupted in cheers and claps behind us, none the wiser to the hatred simmering between us. I just got myself into a mess I couldn't walk away from. When he pulled away, his smile was sharp enough to draw blood. Well, he already made me bleed few seconds ago. I'm very sure he did that on purpose. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. People clapped us on the back, took pictures, showered us with confetti and blessings. The media has already carried different possible stories round the Internet.

“I already secured one piece. Something of hers. From before.” Cassandra straightened. “Her jewelry box?” “The locket,” he confirmed, his thumb rubbing the line of his jaw. “It still carries her DNA. That’s half of what we need. The other half…” He let the sentence hang, weighted with implication. For a long moment, the only sound was the muted hum of the city lights through the glass walls. “We need something from Valerie,” Damien finished, voice iron-hard. “Hair, blood or anything biological. It’s the only way to silence doubt.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Dominic growled. The documents in front of him told the same story Faro just did, but he didn’t want to believe it. He was pissed that Eris kept his problems to himself. Dominic would have helped him, he’d always help all of them, blood was blood and they were bound by it. They all had the middle name ‘Rose’ for a reason. It was their mother’s maiden name and for them it was as strong as the blood that made them family.

“This is beyond saving.” Remus is in high-alert, he senses no Vampire yet, but a bloody vine could only mean one thing. The person who lives here has made a blood bond with the Undead. A blood bond is an oath between a human and Vampire where the human is completely enthralled with the Vampire they would do anything for them– even if it means being the constant food source of the Cold One. In return, the Vampire gives them semi-immortality. They get to live as long as the Vampire desires them.

For days I have waited for his return, now that's his back am lost of words. Taking a bowl and a towel, i fill the bowl with a warm water, squatting down Infront of him, he mirror my actions with frown brows. Soaking the towel, I bring the towel to his chest, dry blood covers his skin, the nagging thought of some of it isn't his, makes my hand shake lightly. Drenching the fabric and squeezing it simultaneously, the droplet of blood covers the surface of the water, repeating the action several times. "There are not all my blood" his words startles me, pausing momentarily. He confirms my suspicion. The silence seems to drag on as he waits for me to speak.

He had no idea where to start with that conversation "Yes... the fact is that I had to do something so you wouldn't die..." The girl frowned even more confused than she was previously, so she decided to remain silent and let him speak, apparently apart from the fact that he seemed to be nervous, it was the longest conversation they had ever had in their life, which was a great advance in that pair "the point is that… I had to do the blood tie, now we are connected by blood" and

The pain is sharp but brief. "Press your wounds together." I press my bleeding palm against Alexei's. The moment our blood touches, something shifts. A spark. A connection forming. "Repeat after me," Konstantin intones. "I bind my blood to yours." "I bind my blood to yours," we say in unison. "I bind my fate to yours." "I bind my fate to yours." "I bind my soul to yours." "I bind my soul to yours." The connection strengthens. I can feel it. Like a thread spinning between us. Weaving through our blood. Our bones. Our very essence.

His eyes widened and he shook his head, “D-Don’t be ridiculous. That’s just an old wives’ tale.” “Is it?” Nicole asked, looking up at Daphne. “We’ve stumbled into a teachable moment, Your Majesty. The tenants of blood bonds require an exchange of blood, forever linking two existences together if that bond is pure.” “There’s no such thing as a pure bond!”