Novel & Cerita Blood Tie

Daire’s voice came out like ice. “I’ve done some research on the subject. I am older than both of you combined.” Cadogen dusted his shoulder. All three of us walked back to the table Cedar was at. He looked at Cadogen with suspicion. I sat beside him but he wasn’t happy with me either. He clutched the wyvern stuffy to himself. “Soul-Tie’s are bonds between two people and they have to be sealed. You seal them with an emotionally charged Intimate act.” He looked between the two of us.

“You don’t get to decide that for me.” “No,” he admitted. “I don’t.” Ronan stepped forward slightly, his voice quieter now. “There’s more.” Aria looked at him. “Of course there is.” “The bond,” he said. “It’s not random.” Her expression tightened. “I figured that too.” “It’s tied to your bloodline.” That… she hadn’t expected. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Ronan continued, “who you connect to… isn’t chance.” Silence followed.

Something about her words rubbed him the wrong way. “What did you do?” he asked slowly. “I made a soul tie, a life bond between us. It was the only way to save your life.” Draco was shocked into silence by her words. Of course he knew what a life bond was. It was a bond stronger and more intense than the mate bond. But this one was not about attraction–it was a connection thread. If he dies, so does she, and vice versa, which means that his life was connected to Clara's forever.

How do I tell her what is happening? "Pierce?" she called out snapping him from his thought. “Yes, baby?” he asked, caressing her hair. "There's a blood bond," he explained "Somehow, she's linked herself to you. Whatever happens to her body happens to yours. If she gets hurt, you feel the pain. If she…" He couldn't finish the sentence. Rosa's face went completely white. "You mean if she dies—"

“Remember it. Because that feeling means you’ll never hesitate again when someone tries to put a bullet in me—or in you. That blood ties you to me now, more than your family ever did.” Her breath caught. “That’s… twisted.” His lips curled into something dark, almost cruel. “It’s the truth. Every drop you spill for me binds us. You think you can walk away from this? From me? You can’t.” The words should have horrified her. Instead, a shiver coursed through her—not of fear, but of something far more dangerous. She hated it. She craved it. Her voice was a whisper. “And if I wanted to walk away?”

It's not over, though. I gave him a look. "What do you mean?" He took a while to respond. He reached into his waistband and took something out. A slender thread of silver. It gave out a slight glimmer. "What is that?" I inquired. He referred to it as a "life-bind tether." "Your souls have been bound together, but this may reveal the connection." It floated in the air as he held it up. It extended from my son's heart to mine. Every heartbeat pulsated a gentle silver line.

She hated it—hated how much she wanted to touch him, to anchor herself in the very storm she swore she’d resist. She whispered, “You’re bleeding.” He looked down at his arm, then back at her, smirk ghosting. “So fix me.” Her breath caught. The air between them pulsed, charged. She stepped closer, pulling a strip of gauze from the panic room’s med kit. He let her wrap it, his gaze never leaving hers. Every brush of her fingers against his skin felt like fire. Every knot she tied pulled them tighter. “You’re impossible,” she muttered.

“The bond… it’s stronger than I anticipated. None of us can deny it. But none of us can admit it either.” Dante’s grin softened, though it remained dangerous. “Then what now?” he asked, circling slowly, keeping Aria between him and the others. “Do we fight it, or do we let it happen?” Aria’s chest tightened. The forest seemed to hold its breath. The three men, shifting between wolf instincts and human reason, stared at her with an intensity that made her entire body ache. She had no idea what they meant, what the bond entailed, or why it existed… but one thing was certain: her life had changed forever.

I pierced the skin, pulling the edges together, tying the knots neat and tight, just like I had seen someone do a thousand times before in some distant, blurry memory. But his face was still too gray. His skin felt like ice. "He needs fluid," I muttered, looking at the clear plastic tubing in the medical kit. "He lost too much. He's going to go into shock." "There's no plasma bags left, Elara," Sophia said, her voice hollow with exhaustion as she leaned against the wall. "We used the last one two days ago." I looked down at my own arm, then at hers. "Then he takes ours."

"Good. Because if he'd died, the blowback through that bond would have killed you too." "Wait, what?" "Silverblood bonds are symbiotic. His life is yours, yours is his. It's why they were so dangerous. Kill one, and you've killed both. That's also why they mated for life, breaking the bond wasn't an option." I stared at her. "And you're just telling me this now?"