Bloodbound Band Novels & Stories

The boy's eyes widened to the size of saucers before he yelled out, “They were bound!” Anne smiled weakly, “Yes, they were each other's bound. They could read each other's minds and could communicate through mind links as long as they were within the same vicinity.” She paused before going on, “When Lala's father, the king, found out about them being bound, he forbade Lala from ever visiting. He preferred to keep his daughter under watch by the palace guards so that Lala and Lulu wouldn't find a way to meet each other in secret.”

She’s already shared a moment with Beau that I have endlessly dreamed about having with Caius. This isn’t the kind of support she needs right now, though. So instead I join her on the floor, leaning against the mattress while our shoulders gently touch. A single, thin strip of lights hangs along the ceiling. It’s prominent yet elegant, a perfect parallel to the immortal who owns it. “I should have been able to push him away,” Rebecca says darkly. “All I agreed to was giving my blood.” “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Rebecca.” “It’s like I couldn’t think,” she whispers and her voice becomes distant. “One minute the body of my former best friend was approaching me, and the next minute I was wh

"Kovac! Tell me we still have the static-blanket in the storage under the bench." "The military-grade copper mesh?" Kovac’s voice barked over the intercom, punctuated by the loud blare of a horn as he forced an oncoming car off the road. "Yeah, it’s in the locker under Sophia. But Dante, that stuff only dampens radio frequencies. If they’re using military sat-coms, it’s only going to buy us minutes." "Minutes are all we need," I said, looking up at Elara. "Get the blanket. Wrap yourself in it. Every inch."

My brain became instantly short circuited at the stupid words he just spewed but he didn't stop at all. “Do you know what it fucking means to be Blood bound with someone like me, you can't hurt me because shit is definitely going to happen to her. One scratch on my skin happens to her too, you Starve me and she fucking starve. We'll be like one big happy family brother until I take you all down!” I wanted to hit him again, to wipe that smug look off his face and erase the stupid words he just uttered, but Dante grabbed me, holding me back. “Don’t, Cassian! You’ll just hurt her more!”

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.

I repeat. “Yes,” she says softly. “Their power, their connection. I can weave a barrier directly into their souls.” Kasper steps toward her instantly, “no. I won’t let you hurt them. Eira turns to him, eyes blazing. “If I don’t they will be hunted, they will die. Or become something that the world could never survive.” Silence settles between the three of us—thick and terrible. Binding magic has never ended well. Every recorded instance has ended in madness, collapse, extinction.

"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."

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

And as the night deepened and the music of the world swelled around them—the crickets, the wind, the distant howl of a wolf, the deep, steady pulse of the Titans, the silent, loving memory of the lost—Liora knew, with every fiber of her being, that the song had never been more beautiful. The story of Bloodbound was a verse. The healing of the world was the chorus. And now,they were singing the bridge—a bridge that led to a future they would compose, note by patient, loving note, forever.

That law hadn’t been spoken in over a century. Under Blood-Bound Sanctuary, the Alpha binds his authority and lifeforce to the protected individual. Any harm against them is an act of war against him directly. It was irreversible. And dangerous. “Think carefully—” Marris started. “I have,” Rex said, his voice ringing like iron on iron. “From this moment forward, Isabella is bound to Blackthorn by my blood. Any who move against her move against me.” The symbols flared white-hot. And somewhere deeper in the mountain, something answered.