Bloodbound Novels & Stories

“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.” Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together. The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.

Ashen shook her head, She coughed ink, Then pressed a piece of her page the one she’d hidden into Liora’s hand. One word on it: Bind. Liora frowned. “Bind to what?” Ashen’s hand rose, trembling, and touched Liora’s forehead, For a second, Liora saw it all: Every fragment of Ashen’s lost story, Every possible ending she might have had, The rage, the hope, the unspoken names. Ashen closed her eyes, And whispered, “Bind me to your blood.” Liora gasped. “No—Ashen—”

I needed answers from the past. I went to the library’s restricted wing, where most unwanted but powerful books were kept, I went to the ones I hadn’t read: The Binding of Souls Flames. It spoke of the Anima Gemina,not as a passive bond, but as a choice. Two souls must stand back-to-back in the face of annihilation and say, “Burn with me.” Not just once. But in the moment the Hollow strikes. That’s when the bond ignites. Not before and not after, but during the strike.

The night wind brushed my face, and the torches flickered wildly as though the world itself sensed what was coming. I looked up at the Red Moon. It hung there like a warning painted in blood. And suddenly, I realized—This was not the end of my humiliation. This was the beginning of my war. Ronin stepped closer. His voice became even quieter. “There are things you don’t know about your bond,” he murmured. “And things you don’t know about yourself.” My breath caught. “What do you mean?” I whispered. But Ronin did not answer immediately. He only stared at me with the seriousness of a man who had seen darkness and survived it.

“When I drew my first breath under the Blood Moon, the Moon Goddess marked me with light. I became the Moonbound, and through me, her children obeyed. Yet the power was never mine… it flowed through me, not from me. The bond is fragile, woven not through strength but through lineage. When my blood ceases, the bond shall shatter, and the four will slumber in anguish until my blood returns to breathe beneath her gaze once more. They shall awaken when the lost blood walks under a false moon, and the Moonbound trembles with divided hearts. Only she—the Daughter of the Moonbound—shall call them by name, and they shall answer. Her voice shall soothe their rage; her light shall mend their broken sp

The pain is sharp but brief. "Press your wounds together." I press my bleeding palm against Alexei's. The moment our blood touches, something shifts. A spark. A connection forming. "Repeat after me," Konstantin intones. "I bind my blood to yours." "I bind my blood to yours," we say in unison. "I bind my fate to yours." "I bind my fate to yours." "I bind my soul to yours." "I bind my soul to yours." The connection strengthens. I can feel it. Like a thread spinning between us. Weaving through our blood. Our bones. Our very essence.

Vaguely, through the roaring in my ears, I heard Kael shout my name. Felt Rian’s hand grab my arm. Felt my brothers surge forward, swords and shields, and fury. It didn’t matter. The curse had found its favorite pathway. Again. Master Binder’s laughter rang sharp through the chamber. “Die properly this time, little vessel,” she crooned, voice warped by the torrent of power pouring through her. The world went white around the edges. Burning agony swallowed everything else.

Each generation building on previous generations' work, solving different problems, asking different questions, making different mistakes. Infinite work across infinite generations. Just like Aurora had written. Just like she'd accepted. Just like she'd trusted would happen. The work was never finished. But meaningful transformation had occurred. Was occurring. Would continue occurring. That was enough. More than enough. Everything. THE END To everyone who stepped into the shadows of Ashwick with Sera and Lucien thank you. Blood Bound began as a story about enemies, curses, and centuries of hatred, but somewhere along the way, it became a story about choice. The choice to question what we’ve

“Do you know what could have happened if you drained her fully? You would’ve died too, Cassian!” That made me pause and blinked at him. “What?” “The curse comes with a bond, it's why you're not meant to be with anyone or you'll drain them dry thinking you're quenching your thirst but you're just killing yourself instead ,” he said through clenched teeth and I'm surprised I'm just realising this, is this why we were always locked or being in the woods? “You marked her. Your blood is now linked to hers. If she dies by your bite, you go down with her.”

My surroundings had faded into pitch black with occasional visions from the crown coming to view. Reprieve came soon and I knew he was holding me, again. I didn't need to open my eyes or sniff anymore to know he was there. I just felt him like he was an attachment to me. Like he was my second skin. I clutched his sleeve tightly, afraid of letting go for I knew the moment I did, it was going to begin again. The binding rune had failed when Anya tried to use it to hold back the burn outs without Zephyr present.