Bloodbound Band Novels & Stories

“We’re not alone.” A tension settled over the group, hands drifting toward weapons. Then, as if answering her words, the wind shifted, and shadows peeled away from the walls. Figures emerged—tall, hooded, their eyes gleaming with unnatural light. The Shadebound. Elior’s grip tightened on the Veilblade. “You again.” The one at the center stepped forward, their voice smooth as silk yet weighted with something ancient. “We warned you of the cost, Harbinger. And still, you come.”

Alone with the book. Its leather cover was warm under her fingertips, the glowing runes pulsing faintly as if sensing her presence. She ran her fingers over them before carefully opening it, her eyes scanning the first few pages. Ancient script covered the parchment, some of it in a language she could barely understand. But as she turned another page, the letters shifted, rearranging themselves into something readable. The sanctuary’s magic at work. "The Bloodbond is sacred, formed in the presence of the divine. It may lie dormant for years, hidden beneath the surface of the soul, until awakened by fate’s hand. But where one bond is strong, another may yet linger, its roots entwined with for

She deserves the truth, but I don’t have it in me to console her. “Oh Sabrina!” Ivy choked on her words. “Thank you…thank you so much,” “No, don’t thank me. What you did was admirable and if there is anything I can do to help, I always will,” she said. “But I can’t hold onto the wall for too long. It would be a matter of time before Killian figures out that something is suspicious,” “What the fuck is this blood bond even?” Noah demanded. “It's a bond created by binding the blood of two entities. It creates a channel between them that allows them to be connected to each other,” Sabrina muttered.

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

I cut myself in the same spot and as the blood wells, press it to the blood on her palm. “By my blood so be bound, Darby, Luna of the Candlewood pack. Us to you. You to us. For as long as Arianrhod smiles down on us.” “By my blood, I, Darby, accept the bond—me to you, you to me—as Luna of the Candlewood pack for as long as Arianrhod smiles down on us.”

The moon, together with the stars, was shining brightly beyond the horizon. It gave a light reflecting down to a small diamond hovering in the air. A blue line-like beam burst out of it, connecting toward the surrounding boulders of rocks. Each rock has a human hostage and one vampire. Their waists were tied by a silver chain, steaming off some smoke as it touched their bare skin.

Doing something useful with my hands while my mind worked through everything else. "How are you feeling?" Yoana asked. She was not asking about the training. "Complicated," I said honestly. "That tracks." She set a stack of bandaging on the shelf. "The blood work I ran this morning shows the binding has degraded by another twelve percent since yesterday. It is accelerating." She looked at me carefully. "Emily, I need to tell you something. When it fully breaks, it is going to be physical. Not dangerous, but significant. You are going to need someone with you."

Something was moving faster than us, hunting us through the mist. Kael tightened his grip on my hand. “Get ready,” he whispered. “They’ll strike soon.” And then it happened. A rush of shadows exploded from the trees, twisting like smoke and solidifying into humanoid forms. Echo-Binders—older, stronger, faster than any we had seen. Their crimson eyes glowed faintly, focused, intelligent, and lethal. One surged toward me, swift as a striking serpent. I reacted instinctively, thrusting the shard forward. A ribbon of crimson light shot from it, forming a protective barrier that threw the Binder back. Its hiss echoed through the valley. The shard pulsed, almost alive, feeding off my fear and reso

I stood by the table, methodically crushing dried mountain sage and mixing it with a thick, dark resin, because the events on the battlefield had made it clear that a casual proximity wasn't enough to hold back the shadow anymore. ​"You've been staring at that bowl for ten minutes, so either tell me what you're planning or go back to your room and let me bleed in peace," Vaelor muttered, his voice sounding thin and worn out while he stared into the flames. ​"I’m preparing a blood-binding, because today proved that the tether between us is too brittle, and if the entity finds another gap like that, it’ll tear you apart just to get to me," I said, carrying the bowl over to him and setting it o

I was clean. The woman stepped forward, her hands glowing with a soft, crimson light. "You have the fire to destroy, but the Sovereign must also have the power to save. This is the Blood-Bind. It is the only force that can shatter the curse Morvanna used to enslave Kieran’s will. Take it." She pressed her hands against my chest. A warm, golden energy flooded my heart. It was a specialized light, designed to seek out and break the chains of blood magic. It felt different from the white fire. It was not a weapon of war; it was a key. I felt complete.