Blood Ties Book Series Novels & Stories

“My father was the Alpha of this pack. I grew up with the kind of reverence only given to leaders. And yet, here I am. Dragged through the dirt, humiliated, betrayed, and not a single elder thought I was worth fighting for. Doesn’t my bloodline—my dignity—mean anything anymore?” “I know this isn’t fair,” Mara whispers. “But things are not as simple as they seem. There are . . . other forces. My hands are tied.” My heart stutters. “By whom? Who’s pulling your strings?” She doesn’t answer. Instead, her skin goes a shade paler, and beads of sweat glisten on her brow like she’s burning up from the inside out. Her hand trembles slightly as she withdraws it from mine. “I need to rest,” she mutters

Not with him still going home to another woman. I wasn’t ready, but the choice wasn’t really mine anymore. That was the moment my life split in two. I tied myself to Thames forever. Not by marriage, not by choice, but by blood. And no matter how many times I told myself I’d walk away, I never did. And then, there was Piper. Sweet, innocent Piper. Not mine by blood, but somehow mine anyway. She trusted me. She called me mother. Every time she did, something inside me broke. How could I mother her, when my own choices were so messy, so wrong?

She closed her eyes, awaiting the knife to cut into her skin, and just as she expected, a sting surged through her body and she clenched her hands by her side, her lips pressed tightly together. She felt Jacob's palm on her cheek for the second time and wondered what he was doing but she didn't dare to open her eyes. Jacob placed his cut over hers, their blood mixing. “ With this, we are bound together as master and slave. This is our blood ties,” His words were solemn and Ava snapped her eyes open to meet his deep ones. Bound by blood together as master and slave? “ From now on, you are mine. Mine to break and mend, mine to kill and save. Your name is now Felicia. Felicia, Slave to Jacob St

Blood Ties BY TANYA HUFF This is a great series that creates a love triangle of amazing power and tension. Blood Trail, Blood Price, Blood Lines, Blood Pact, Blood Debt. Victoria Nelson is a former cop forced to leave the force because of vision loss. She becomes a private eye in Toronto who often works with an active-duty cop, Celluci, who is clearly romantically interested in her. But she also teams up with Henry Fitzroy, the gorgeous bastard son of Henry VIII — and a 400-year-old vampire. (He works as a romance writer in the books, and as a graphic novelist in the TV series.) The three of them solve crimes, almost always with a supernatural twist. But the best part in both the books and t

Book 4 - A Queen Among Darkness (completed and coming soon to paperback) Whole Again - A Queen among Alphas spin-off (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 5 - A Queen Among Tides (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 6 - A Queen Among Gods (ongoing) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES: Book 7 - A Queen Among Tempests Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes prequel Dark Vocation - A Queen Among Darkness spin-off Valor, Virtue, and Verve - A Queen Among Tides spin-off The Next Generation series titled The Royal Shadow Series Much love ADB_Stories

“All you have to do is say that we are not related. There is no point in running the bloody test… Just do as I say, all will be okay.” My mouth parted but nothing came out. What was he talking about? Him and Damon were related…. Something clicked in my mind and my eyes widened then I gasped. Stephan’s eyes were searching mine, “Are you listening to me?” “Lord… is he your brother?” Why else would a blood draw be needed and why would it be kept such a secret? Were both of them somehow related and that was just coming to light now. “That piece of garbage is not related to me in any way… is that clear!” he strained in suppressed anger.

Happy groaned, throwing a napkin at her, and the tension between them dissolved into laughter. *** The soft hum of Sandra's car engine filled the otherwise silent cabin as she pulled into the private parking garage. Her mind churned as she replayed the snippets of information she had gatherred over the past few weeks. Mason. Happiness. The two names had been popping up together far more than she anticipated. At first, she had dismissed it as proximity—two people simply sharing a space due to circumstance. But now... Now it was becoming something else.

Bound not only by vows or duty, but something that ran deeper. Something that was more permanent. We were bound by blood. And lies.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

I nodded, “Is it because of that I felt the same amount of pain when Yohan was hurt?” “Mmmm” Esra nodded, “Because you both are bound to each other. In blood and in soul. There will never be an escape from it. If he gets hurt, you’ll feel the pain too. It’s because you accepted him, now the second part will continue.” “I see, so it switched.” “Yes.” She held my hands tighter, “I’m so sorry child.” “Actually, this is bad.” My hands trembled, “After all that, it’s like we’ll be at point zero.”