Blood Ties Book Series Novels & Stories

My hand automatically released from her neck as I stood up almost lifelessly, staggering backward, I swayed as though I would fall, my face went incredibly pale as I muttered to myself, “No.. it can't be… no..Rowan.. what happened to him.” “Dead! all because of you!” Snapping my head back on her, “Rowan is dead?” I stuttered. Tears pooled in Astrid face, she exhaled, “You should go back, I told you, you're not yet ready.” “No… it can't be… he's an Alpha.. he can't be dead..” “Derek also have an Alpha blood, yet he died! You should go back and see what's left of moonstone pack.”

Ties shape our fates pull tight, one knot cannot break apart no matter how storms approach and push strongly against us, still, we stand as one force of weather altogether. The unseen realm awaits pack grto ow past Most'll learn a long way yet uncut ahead of us. Threads skies weave our line tale far past present times linking all in balance and keeping smooth still. Sebastian's eyes share known unspoken trails up ahead yet still vaguely unclear. Prophecies gifts bond tie close Alpha Luna shapes a tale time cannot wear erase passed on still gift yet untold. With the final relic in the care pack power rises ready for the new age yet the shape of the premaististillill. The supernatural world ca

How did I explain the noose tightening around my neck? “I’m getting married,” I blurted. Gia blinked, stunned. “Married? To who? You’re not even seeing anyone—” “It’s not like that.” My laugh was sharp, bitter. “It’s not love. It’s business.” Her brow furrowed. “Business?” I forced myself to meet her eyes. “Mafia business. My father decided I’m to marry Leonardo Ricci.” For a moment, her face froze. Then the color drained from it. “Ricci?” she whispered. “The almighty Leonardo Ricci? The boss himself?”

The girls may not have anything to fear; they had never been against her, but I had. Brianna paused at the Alpha’s side, leaning into him. His eyes never strayed from us as he pulled her close, and the swaggering Beta walked up shirtless, in a worn pair of low-slung sweats. Brianna was a lucky woman, I thought to myself before swallowing. I glanced back at the woman in question, her hair sex-mussed, legs exposed from mid-thigh down to her bare feet; she didn’t bat an eye as we all approached. I reached for the sight which would allow me to see the threads of their bond. The once-thin strings between them had now become solid links of glowing silver chains, wrapped in their mingling auras. T

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

“He’s still alive… for now. But you’re not here for him. Not really.” Elira turned slowly, holding something out. A book. Bound in black leather and laced with living veins of gold. The Grimoire of Binding. “The truth of our bloodline is in here. What they stole from us. What you need to see before you judge me.” Elara took it, her fingers tingling the moment she touched it. Visions stabbed through her mind—flashes of queens drowned in fire, children marked by fate, a kingdom cursed by its own magic. And at the center of it all…

She simply gestured toward the lone chairs. “You bring the Charter,” she said, voice even. “We do,” said Tulen, bowing slightly. “And we’ve come to listen.” Veyla’s mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “Listening is not the same as surrender. Siltrun remembers its way. Through binding.” She held up a thin volume bound in leathered reed. “This is our Archive of Binding. Every memory named is sealed with ink and oath. No story is told without purpose, and no purpose without response.”

Like it or not, they are tangled together in a web of deceit, danger and desire that will either lead to their downfall or might just be their saving grace. I will give an update here when it becomes available! All the best, Cara Update: Book 2 A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas is up now on the GN App!!

Maybe after this, her mom would stop thinking about her and Andres, and so would anyone else who suspected something between them. Isabella’s smile twitched. Ainara continued, voice steady. “Andres is my stepbrother. I should care about him. I didn’t realize you were the type to twist concern into something else.” Isabella raised an eyebrow. “I’m not twisting anything.” “Oh really?” Ainara tilted her head. “Maybe it’s all the p**n you watch. You know, the one you recommended to me at the office — about stepsiblings falling in love? That was oddly specific.” Ainara raised a brow.

“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?”