Bloodbound: The Alliance Novels & Stories

But I pushed it down. This wasn’t about us. It was about the little boy with bright eyes lying in a hospital bed, waiting for a reason to stay. I stepped closer. “This is not forgiveness,” I said, my voice calm. “This is not surrender. This is for Gavin. And if you ever betray this bond, you won’t live to regret it.” The glade pulsed. The ash lifted into the air, dancing in slow spirals as Aethera raised her hands. “Lila Green. Alpha Tyler. By the moon, by blood, and by will, you are now bound.”

The Alliance doesn't have enough time to get medical help for those who are bound to die. A loud cry for help catches our attention, and we immediately turn to the source of the sound. We see Aros pushing a young woman to the ground. She's a human, dressed in Alliance colours, far too young to be one of them. No wonder he mentioned that the Alliance is taking in children now, those lowly bastards. As the girl struggles under Aros’ paws, another voice appears in the background, and we turn our head in its direction. That's when we see him- that damn red cape freak. The bastard's here, and he's about to attack Aros. Over our fucking dead body. We take off and lunge at the bastard, jamming our

she says firmly. I freeze, my breath hitching as what she says hits me. The Blood Bond ritual is no small matter. It’s ancient, sacred, and irreversible. Once performed, Ally and I would be bound for life. Her pain would become my pain. Her strength would fuel mine. There would be no turning back. “You’re asking me to bind her to me forever?” I ask, with a low voice as if speaking too loudly might make it all too real.

There was a sneer in his tone, but beneath it, I caught the faintest glimmer of curiosity, a crack in the armor of his animosity. "An alliance," the word hung between us, fragile as a spider's thread. "True and binding. We unite our packs, share our strengths, and protect all our kin. No more children buried before their time, no more parents mourning under the pale moon." Biansky's eyes flickered, the first sign of the beast within wavering. "And if I refuse, what then? Will you unleash your king upon my lands, spill more of my people's blood until I yield or fall?"

Rain lashed against the stone walls of the abandoned temple as Aria stood at the threshold, her cloak plastered to her skin, her eyes fixed on the storm-lit horizon. Lightning danced across the sky in violent flashes, illuminating the jagged mountain range beyond. Each rumble of thunder echoed like a war drum—ominous, relentless. Kael stepped up behind her, his presence a grounding force amidst the chaos. His hand found hers, cold but steady. “They’re gathering,” he said grimly, staring out into the veil of gray. “We don’t have much time before the Bloodbound make their move.”

It felt like lightning and ice and fire all at once. I gasped. Jason's eyes widened. He felt it too. His fingers tightened against mine. The silver thread between us grew brighter, stronger, more solid. It pulsed in time with Elder Rowan's chanting. The rhythm matched my heartbeat. Then Elder Rowan released our hands and placed one palm on my forehead, one on Jason's. His hands were hot against my skin. "By the power of the old magic," he intoned. "By the authority of the moon goddess. By the blessing of both packs. I bind this alliance bond. Political. Platonic. Permanent."

"Heirs sweet bind your essence echoes eternal await. Adapt to us or perish in ecstasy's devour unbound." We charged united diad violet storm flame vortex roaring thunderous arcs lashing to shatter chitin armor. "Expose the core bind those echoes eternal!" I countered with inferno hot fury the bond pinning entities in pressure unyielding. Alexander's lightning truth bound chains electric crackling. "Yield the remnants silence on your failure eternal!" Guardians surged evolved monstrous tendrils lashing personal vicious targeting our bond direct whispers tempting filthy. "Bind unbound eternal devour allies claim echoes in ecstasy's rut forever."

Long live the alliance of flesh and soul. THE END

“This is no negotiation, Isidora.” He spoke my full name—I hated that. It meant the decision had been etched in stone. “He’s a Vescari,” I responded with a knife-edge glassy voice. “You want to bind me to a man whose family has been trying to bleed us out of my land for years? That’s not unity. That’s surrender.” His jaw flexed.

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.