Bloodbound Novels & Stories

she fell to the ground in pain. Caluum sighed and crouched to the ground beside her "I'm slowly fading out "he expounded "Fading out?"she looked at him "you are immortal!" "I am" "Then, what are you talking about. Make me understand" "The abyss has recalled me and if Taynor doesn't sit on the throne before the next full moon, I will fade completely"

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.

The Crescent Beta’s expression was unreadable, but her sharp amber eyes swept over Liora in a way that told her she’d noticed the shift in the camp as well. “Walk with me,” Maren said. It wasn’t a request. They moved along the wall, the steady sound of their boots crunching over frost. For a while, Maren said nothing. Liora waited, her patience thinning with every step. Finally, Maren spoke. “You’ve noticed it.” Liora kept her voice even. “Hard not to.” “It’s going to get worse.” Liora’s wolf stiffened. “Because of the bond?”

“We name this seam and close it. You have no right.” The Spirit smiled and spoke like wind through hollow wood. “You name nothing, little man. You think your stones will bind what does not want binding?” “You are wrong,” I answered. “We bind what feeds on our fear.” We acted fast. Bram struck the air with the staff and the binders sang. The bones on the cord rattled. The shadow recoiled like a dog at a stone. It hissed and then it tried to step back through the seam.

To not imagine hauling her onto his lap in front of the entire class— “Malick.” The sharp voice of Professor Thorne pulled him back. “Would you care to share with the class what elemental traits make a familiar incompatible with shadowbinding?” All eyes turned to him. “…Uh.” His voice cracked. “…If they’re infused with celestial light or any kind of angelic resonance, they’ll… short out the bind and explode.” Silence stretched. Then Thorne nodded. “Correct. Though perhaps next time you could deliver your answer with less… panic.”

“Unbound don’t leave warnings unless they’re confident.” The sigil moved. I sucked in a breath as the imprint flared brighter, hollow reacting violently. A presence unfolded, and not corporeal, not fully here. A projection. The air thickened. Then a voice echoed through the clearing. “Null Blood.” It spoke my title like a challenge. “You anchor what should be free,” the voice continued, layered and distant. “You bind fragments that were never meant to kneel.” My jaw tightened. “They don’t kneel. They stabilize.”

My reflection showed a red mark on my neck, and around that mark were hickeys. I slept naked, so I also saw bruises all over my body, especially near my joints. Goddammit! Wait, if the bruises were real, did that mean what happened last night was real too? If that was the case, then my soul must've transmigrated into Nathaniel's doll and shared her senses. Which also meant Nathaniel did have a girl he loved but couldn't get, and he was also a beastfolk! Joy beyond any description filled my heart. I jumped up and down with joy, laughing loudly. Finally, I could blackmail him! I charged right into his company to verify my guess."

" She didn't reply. Instead, she handed me the file. I opened it. The words on the first page made my blood run cold. Moonbind curse. My eyes stopped running. "My source was certain." she said. "Your mother was cursed with the ancient Moonbind Curse." I looked up at her. "Moonbind...?" "It's an ancient curse," she explained. "It slowly steals it host's life force, clouds their mind, and leaves them trapped inside their own body. By the time anyone notices it. It usually too late.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

I’m the Convergence—bridge or ruin—and this sanctuary, glowing with hope, may yet be our tomb. The Veilbinders’ leader, Vael, steps from the shadows, her form cloaked in shadow-touched robes, her eyes glowing with psychic clarity, a seer scarred by the shadow-realm’s touch. Her voice is soft, resonant, cutting through the cave’s hum. “Convergence, your taint binds you to Voren’s relic. We can cleanse it, but the ritual demands a life—someone bound to your heart, willingly given.” Her gaze sweeps over my group, lingering on Cassia, and my claws prick my palms, silver blood welling.