Blood Tie Novels & Stories

DAVID Mom had described family ties’ activation as a reaction of our body’s blood recognizing its particles in someone else. In my younger years, all kinds of bonds were a topic of discussion with her. As for our family tie, she admitted that she couldn’t explain it well since she only experienced it once, and the overwhelming joy of giving birth to me overshadowed the bonding experience. Dad couldn’t form words to help me either, as he was so emotional, so he just shared his memory.

“Tethered?” I asked, frowning. Draven nodded. “Witches have a way of binding their bloodlines to others. It’s ancient magic, older than most covens remember. A witch like Gloria could have tied Gilly’s life force to her own—an unbreakable bond that strengthens the witch while slowly destroying the tethered one.” Gilly flinched slightly and her eyes fluttered shut. Zone stood tensed beside her, his eyes were then locked on Draven. “We already know that but how sure are you that her life being tied to Gloria’s strengthens Gloria and weaken Gilly?”

These ties are what keep our pack together and give us our power. I tighten my hands at my sides and swallow violently. I look at Xander; his face is unreadable, but it's nice to have him by my side. I am aware that he is as nervous as I am. Despite being a part of this world, we have ignored it. Are the habits that bind us truly something we can alter? Elder Thorne reiterates, "The blood of our ancestors binds us in duty and in love," his voice striking the quiet like a hammer.

"What do you mean colors?" "Each bond has a color, a mate bond is gold, a family bond is orange, the oath bond is blue and a blood bond is red. You have all those colors coming from you but the one that is the brightest and the thickest is the mate blood bond you share with father, that one is a mix of gold, blue and red." "Me and your father have an oath bond? How?"

Davyn asked. "No. It's not... it's not an injury." "Then what is it?" Torrhen didn't answer because he knew what it was. He just didn't want to say it out loud. A bond. The rarest kind. The kind that hadn't been documented in over fifty years. A pain bond. When one person's suffering became another's. When hurt traveled through an invisible link that couldn't be broken, couldn't be ignored. Only happened between mates, true mates. The kind destined by something deeper than choice, deeper than logic.

Alpha Stephan held onto his shoulders, “She cannot die, do you hear me?” As I looked at Lord Stepahn, something weird happened, I felt something pulsing, something calling out to me from within him. He stiffened and looked at me, it was as if he felt it too. He looked at his veins, they were dangerously red and engorged, almost as if they wanted to burst out of his body. “My blood,” he gasped. “What?” Sir Claude sounded confused. “My blood,” his eyes narrowed as he kept staring at his veins as they spread out across both of his hands, all of them coming to the surface and pulsing with a light red color.

"Sure." He opened the car door, and before I knew it, I was in the back seat, caught off guard. The door slammed shut, and Keith was suddenly there, leaning in close, his presence overwhelming. "What's happening?" I gasped, my heart racing as I started to push back. Keith made it look easy, pinning my wrists above my head with just one hand, while his other hand worked his tie loose and used it to tie my hands together. It was dark inside the car. He dipped his head to nibble at my ear, his voice a low murmur.

“Then I’ll make you feel so much you’ll forget how to keep anything from me.” Her legs nearly buckled. She hated the ache in her body, the way his words filled her with dread and desire in equal measure. Carson turned her sharply, forcing her to face him. His gaze devoured her angry, hungry, unyielding. Slowly, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a silk tie, smooth and dark as midnight. Her breath caught. He lifted her wrist, slid the tie around it, and bound it to the carved bedpost. Not cruelly, not painfully but firmly, undeniably. Then the other wrist, leaving her stretched, vulnerable, trembling against the sheets.

“That’s why you went to the airport—to fly back for the engagement party. You remember that, don’t you?” Andres’ brows furrowed, his jaw tightening. “Yes. I remember. You and Aunt Celia… you were going to marry. That’s why I came home.” His tone was clipped, almost biting. “But beyond that… nothing. The airport is the last clear thing I have.” Jaime’s chest tightened. He wanted to tell him more, but the doctor’s warning echoed in his mind. The doctor entered quietly, sensing the tension. He checked Andres’ vitals, then looked at Jaime with a firm expression.