Blood Tie Novels & Stories

"Brielle you didn't travel again?" Before she could reply to her, the doctor came in. "Mr. Davis, can I speak to you for a minute?" They went to the end of the room. "I'm sorry, I don't think you are vital enough to donate blood." "Why?" "Any markdown in your blood will affect you." "How bad can it be?" "I will say, sixty-thirty." Frederick peered over his son, and back at the doctor. "Do it." "What?" "I said you should do it."

a little voice said in my brain. Nat got up and came close to me; I swear I almost threw up at her touch. She sneered again. "Better get used to it, fiance, since I will be married soon and will need to consummate the marriage at some, well, all this unprotected shit load of sex that we are having isn't bad, but we need to do it after we tie the knot"... lifting her ring finger at me, showing off the engagement ring on her boney finger.... that I put on her finger. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK can it get any worse? I needed to put my head back on and look for Amara; this empty hole in my chest was making me feel uneasy.

And so, for the next two hours, I underwent a battery of tests, each one accompanied by the familiar prick of needles and the sterile scent of the hospital. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we were called back to receive the test results. The doctor's voice rang out, breaking the silence, "There's no major problem, but Mrs. Aster's hemoglobin level is low, along with other blood counts. It's likely due to improper nutrition. Everything else appears normal." Her gaze shifted towards Dylan, awaiting his response. "Okay, so it's the hemoglobin," he stated, his voice icy. "I'll make sure she eats properly from now on." With that, we bid farewell to the doctor and made our way back home

They yearned for bloodshed and I was determined to fight for my son, even if it meant killing the ones I had once loved. The Bondage Series #3 Warning: This story contains strong language and Mature Explicit Content. Dark Mafia Romance

Our first moment as husband and wife is spent staring at a computer screen, discovering that our families were connected long before this marriage of convenience. And for the first time, I wonder if convenience had anything to do with it. Destiny, apparently, also knows how to write code. And some bugs can't be fixed.

On way, Celia made a call and informed the hospital to prepare an operation theatre. “What’s her blood group?”, she asked Adam. “AB+”, Adam replied without moving his eyes from Niya. “Prepare two bottles of AB+ blood too.”, Celia said on phone and hung up. “Everything will be ready when we reach the hospital.”, Celia informed Lucas and Adam. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Was just a handshake, if you don’t mind.” I put out my left hand out to her knowing that is one she cut, as I cut my hand without her seeing. When are hands touch that I felt this warm heat going through my veins knowing now she’ll be blood bond to me. What I didn’t know that what I did was going to bite me in the ass later.

He was on the stairs, running to greet his parents so he thoughts. He sped up and stumbled on something that lay on the stairs– Old man Anthony lay still with blood oozing it. He screamed and ran to the first room that came to his mind. Blood was everywhere– on the rails, the floor, the window covered in splattered blood. He then opened the door and he saw her. Dark long hair, and green eyes peering into his blue eyes. She was holding a knife, she raised to his father's neck and said,

Dahlia watched nervously as the prince's blood continue to drop into the witch's bowl. She wondered what he was up to. She really hoped that he was not really getting into a blood ritual that would bind them together. But that was his blood, and that was a witch. How else could this be explained?

My father had to carry me out of the room. From that day on, part of his blood was mine. The elves call it a Blood-Sworn Tether. Older than a Mate Bond. Deeper than a Mate Bond. The only thing that can break it is my death.