Blood Ties Book Series Novels & Stories

I keep my voice calm and level as I say, “Go to the kitchen and drink a bag of blood.” He doesn’t respond, I watch as he leaves the room. Once he’s out of my sight, I can feel the tether between us being stretched and it’s almost like I have double vision for I can see the things he does and can hear the sound of his footsteps as he walks down the hallway. I can see and hear his brother’s through his eyes as Adam asks, “Where’s Raya? Are you finally able to get away from her?” I speak through him so that he responds, “We’re testing out how far we can stretch the tether.”

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

As stories of their brave sacrifices and covert romances were revealed, the parallels to our own budding love story became unmistakably clear. With each new fragment of history that came to light, our hearts pulsed in perfect harmony, seemingly acknowledging the ancient ties that bound us. This library, once just a repository of knowledge, evolved into a haven where we fostered our growing love and charted the course of our shared destiny. Our bond was now anchored not only by the fervor of our feelings but also by an overarching purpose—to uphold the honor of our ancestors and to safeguard the enigmatic power of the Bloodstone.

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?

With the way she called him back he knew she must have something to tell him. "Have you discussed it with her?" "Yaya I will, I can't just throw it at her." "It's okay, I get you." He pecked her and left. Brielle was laying on the bed with a book in her hand when he entered the room. "What are you reading?" "Book." George grabbed the book from her and looked at the cover. He turned slowly and looked at her. "What" "You read romance novels?" "What's wrong with that?"

“You said two other crime families. Who are they?” “There are three heirs that live under the radar but will be very powerful one day. Saint Vittori is the most prominent one. Niko Volkov has Russian ties and Elian Makolli has Albanian ties. Many years ago, the three families made an alliance through marriage. In Italy over fifty prominent people were killed. The only people to walk away from that bloody war were those three families. They ousted the Russian Bratva, the Albanian mafia, and the Italian mafia, to whom they all had certain ties. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, Demetria, they are still very dangerous people.” “Then why did Dean Huntley allow them in here?”

My fingers tremble as I tie a knot around my waist, as if it’s capable of holding me together when everything else starts breaking. My heart is in my throat with every step I take toward the door. My knees feel weaker, and my mind sways with each passing second. I can’t do this. I have to stand my ground. I can’t keep losing myself. I need to grow up. I don’t process turning the lock or opening the door, but I do process his deep frown lines and creased forehead. I feel his firm grip on my arm, pulling me closer as he bends to meet my face. Only then do I smell the scotch on his breath and the strong mixture of sweat and body odor radiating from him.

Mating rituals and full moon ceremonies. But then I found something that made my blood freeze. It was this really old leather book. The pages were all yellow and cracked with age. Most of it was written in some language I couldn't read at all. But the title was in English. "Blood Magic and Soul Bonds." I started flipping through all the old pages real careful. Most of the writing was way too hard for me to understand. But then I saw this drawing that made me stop breathing. It showed a woman and a little child. Both of them were covered in glowing marks just like ours. They were connected by these bright lines of light.

Some beg for it. Blood in the Basin Clara disappears. Her shoes are found near the river. Evelyn dreams of being underwater, held by hands made of water lilies and bone. She wakes with mud on her feet. THE RIVER CLAIMS The Ritual Book Evelyn unlocks the chest and finds Alara’s ritual book. It speaks of a binding spell that can stop the curse—if performed under a blood moon by The Gathering Fog As the blood moon approaches, the river swells unnaturally. Locals begin to panic. Some want to exile Evelyn, believing she’s cursed. Maeve urges her to run. Evelyn rehe Spirit’s Voice

"You've been suppressing it for too long." She shook her head. "That's impossible. I'm not that strong." Kael crouched in front of her, his expression serious now. "You're not supposed to be. Not unless you were born with bound magic." She stared at him. "You keep saying that. What does it even mean?" He studied her wrist again, the mark still glowing faintly. "When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms."