Bloodbound Band Novels & Stories

Bloodbound Trials A Forbidden Fantasy Romance of Power, Betrayal, and Desire. Under the light of a crimson moon, one forgotten secret has the power to awaken an ancient kingdom. Ariana has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary until a mysterious pendant, haunting dreams, and a dangerous stranger shatter everything she thought she knew. Thrust into a hidden world of forbidden magic, cursed bloodlines, and ruthless enemies, she discovers that her past has been buried beneath centuries of lies. As dark forces close in, Ariana must unravel the truth behind her family's disappearance and embrace a destiny she never chose. But every answer comes with a price, and every ally hi

I asked. "The Temple of the Moon Goddess," Damien said. "Only the noblest bloodlines may enter." He walked to the statue and suddenly dropped to one knee. "Damien?" "Elena Moonlight," he said, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole my breath. "Bind your soul to mine." A soul-bond. The most sacred union between vampires. Deeper and more eternal than any marriage pact. "My empire, my immortality, my very being," his voice echoed in the temple. "I will share it all with you."

I screamed, lunging forward. But I was stopped mid-stride. A wall of invisible force, cold as a tombstone, slammed into my chest, throwing me back. I watched in horror as the black liquid solidified into jagged, obsidian chains. This was the **Blood-Binding**. I could see the chains sinking into Rowan’s skin, not just cutting his flesh, but hooking into his very essence. Rowan let out a sound that broke my heart. It wasn't the roar of a Beast. It was the choked, rattling cry of a man being hollowed out from the inside.

The arrow stopped an inch from Caedrin’s face, turned to ash, and the ash turned to butterflies made of violet fire that swarmed her bow and ate it to splinters. Serna felt the spiritual punch hit the citadel like a second siege. Inside every defender’s chest, the bond mark (whether real or phantom) ignited. Loyal wolves dropped to their knees screaming as phantom claws raked their souls. Some clawed their own throats open trying to dig the pain out. Rhea staggered beside Serna, blood pouring from her nose. “He’s inside the bond! He’s using Lyra and Aziel as a fucking doorway!” Down in the courtyard, the starving, rioting survivors looked up at the bleeding moon and went still.

"I bind myself to you, Kael Ardent, eternally. Through blood and power, we are one." Silver threads wove from my skin to his, visible to all, braiding into his veins. He gasped, eyes lighting with the connection. Then Cassidan: "To you, Cassidan, my heart and soul, forever bound." The threads extended, linking us in a web of light. Damon last: "And you, Damon, my love and fire, eternal."

He didn’t answer, but he looked at me with these pitiful eyes that made me feel a fast goosebumps. Then—he lifted me. I was in his arms before I could even think. My face was pressed close to his chest, my hands barely resting on his shoulder. I was in pain, but even more confused. He was carrying me like someone who cared. I could feel his grip wasn’t rough. Scorpion followed, and I saw the surprise in his eyes. Even the other guards were looking. I could read their faces clearly: Wow. The Black King is carrying a woman? Dominic saw it too.

Rowan’s voice rose, clear and resonant: “Tonight, we are called not by prophecy, but by choice. We gather to witness a bond that has endured betrayal, storm, and fire. We honor not only our Alpha and Luna, but the rising of one who is both heir and shield—protector of the flame that burns within us all.” The Binding

Steel flashed. Aurelian moved faster. His hand caught Elias’s wrist, and bone snapped like dry wood. Elias screamed, dropped the sword. Aurelian’s other hand wrapped around his throat, lifting him clean off the ground. His face was calm. Empty. Like something else had worn his skin like a mask. I took a step forward. “Enough.” He turned toward me and for a heartbeat the air itself seemed to bend around him. The bond was still gone, but I felt a pressure inside my chest, an ache that wasn’t fear but grief.

I opened it: "I don’t know why you suddenly want to know more about blood pact binding. And I know you’re busy right now, which is why I didn’t call. But you told me to send anything I found out immediately. So, I discovered that the binding pact doesn’t have a cure as at the moment. And the bind doesn’t break even when the one who initiated it dies. In fact…it can become more lethal if that person who initiates it dies…" I didn’t even finish reading. The phone slipped in my hand as my mind spun but i quickly grabbed it. No cure? More lethal if he dies? What the hell did that mean? I barely registered Darien calling my name. I rushed back into my own car, ignoring the shocked stares of his g

"The Bloodbound Heir returns." ~~~~~ Alya's heart hammered against her ribs, but her feet were frozen to the spot. The shadows seemed to ripple around the vampire, like a dark cloak wrapping itself around him, making him part of the very air she breathed. He was a vision out of a nightmare, but it was his words that caught her like a vice. The Bloodbound Heir returns. She hadn’t been prepared for that. She didn’t know what he meant, but something in her gut twisted, a sense of destiny—or doom—sinking in like a weight on her chest.