Bloodbound Band Novels & Stories

“Surrender or we’ll end this.” She snarled in response, lunging at me with a final, desperate attempt. But I was ready. Calling upon the unity spell’s strength, I conjured a wall of fire between us, blocking her charge. She recoiled, momentarily stunned by the blazing flames. Then, with a swift motion, Jordyn cast a binding spell, silver chains of energy wrapping around Tiffany’s form, tightening with each passing second. She writhed and snarled, struggling against the bindings, but they held firm. The battlefield quieted, and every eye turned toward her, waiting.

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

"This should help reduce the ash." She then brought out a liquid, and a powdery substance from the medicine bag and applied a little amount on Lorenzo's back, and the general bit his lips to stop himself from screaming. "You know I'm a vampire. I can heal without these." Lorenzo complained when the pain became too much. "Wounds like this will take days to heal. And remember the ash. I thought you were a general." Raziel teased him. "Generals still feel pain." He groaned. "These will stop the bleeding and reduce the pain a bit. I just need something to help pull out the thorns."

Luther tries to keep me focused on him, but it’s hard whenever Adam and Blade look at me as if I’m a science experiment. Adam walks back to his desk rubbing his head as if he has a headache. I ask Luther, “Who are you guys? Like what clan or house do you belong to? Sorry, I’m still trying to understand the vampire lingo.” The corner of Luther’s mouth twitches up and he answers, “We’re the Ambrose brothers. So, a part of the Ambrose line.” I nod my head as if I knew what that meant, but honestly, I don’t know much about vampires. Most human societies don’t and my mom tried to keep me from doing research. It’s a miracle that I even knew Arthur Locke’s name.

Now all I knew were the basics and that wasn't helpful at all. If only I wasn't running out of options... And if only the weird transferee wasn't my now bestest friend, Jessy, who didn't want to talk about it anymore. Wild Oaks was a town surrounded by woods which no one dared to enter without permission. They said trespassers who attempted to sneak in never got out of the woods anymore. If that's true, I would never know.

"We give it power. We do whatever it takes. We do not leave until it is done. We do not rest until the shadow is bound." Cassian took my hand. Theron took my other hand. Lysander pressed his hand to my back. The bond blazed—gold and silver and blue, brighter than the torches, brighter than the sun, brighter than anything I had ever felt. The light filled the crypt, pushing back the shadows that had been hiding in the corners for years, decades, centuries. And the binding began.

"Every battle I ever fought, every scar I carry, every drop of blood I spilled—it was all just the terrible, necessary price of admission to get me to this exact patch of grass, with you and him. The future isn't something I worry about anymore, Lyra. Because whatever tomorrow brings, we face it together." Lyra’s heart swelled until it felt too large for her chest. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his, closing her eyes as the familiar, comforting scent of pine resin, cedar, and raw power washed over her senses. At the point where their skin touched, the Soul-Bind mark flared into a warm, brilliant luminescence, sending a gentle, golden-silver wave rippling through the air ar

"Your soul is such a complex algorithm. So much grief, so much violet potential. Did you think a few shadows could hide you from the Seer?" Kael slammed his fist into the cyborg's head, crushing the skull casing, but the voice didn't stop. It just shifted. It began to echo from the other fallen suits in the courtyard. It started to hum from Roric's own tactical radio. "The Binding isn't a shield, Alpha," Liora's voice laughed from various directions at once. "It's a doorway. And you've left it wide open."

The light softened, wrapping them both in silver warmth. Jessica smiled faintly. “Whatever the Moon bound between you two—it’s strong.” Melody nodded. “Stronger than shadow, maybe.” But outside the walls, thunder rolled again. --- Far beyond Silverveil, deep in the ruins of Ironclaw territory, Gunner stood before his pack’s council, his hands trembling. He had felt it—the pain in his chest the night before, the connection severed for good. When he’d tried to call for Baylee through their shared past, he’d been met only with silence.