Bloods Thicker Than Water Novels & Stories

Quinn would give up his life for his family, but none of the people in the house right now were family. “I don’t think I would for anyone. Family, I would, but that is a given when it comes to shifters. I believe blood is thicker than water.” Quinn told her with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He could tell that she didn’t understand. Hell, he didn’t really understand the emotions running around in his mind. Quinn wanted to scream at the walls that he didn’t understand or punch them. Nix seemed to understand that he was frustrated and confused.

"Where are you getting all these from?" Margaret asked. She realised she had never told Margaret about her past life and rightly so. She wasn't as trusted or as well grounded as the rest. Most of the people in the room, she had known for two life times and they'd earned her trust over those times as she'd earned theirs. Even her biological family could not replace the love she had for these people. These made her remember a human proverb- "The blood of covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." It meant most times, the bond one shares with people they relate with day in day out, runs deeper than one’s biological family.

“What? You can't handle the truth? Is that why you want to kill me? Well, go ahead, father. Kill me!” “But, you should know that is exactly what you did. You loved her, but she loved another man. So you killed the one she loved and made her yours”. My eyes darkened. “Can you blame me for wanting the same thing that you once wanted? It's like they say. Blood is indeed thicker than water”. He let go of my neck, but I remained unmoved as I stared into his eyes that were piercing at mine. He sighed.

My tongue was thick and dry. I reached out a hand, my fingers trembling. "Please. Just a little." Elena looked at the pitcher. Then, she slowly tipped it over. I watched in horror as the water spilled onto the rug, soaking into the expensive fabric until the pitcher was empty. She didn't blink. She didn't smile. She just watched the water disappear. "Gutter blood doesn't need clean water," Elena hissed. "Gutter blood survives on whatever it can find in the dark." She kicked the empty pitcher across the room. It shattered against the wall, the pieces spraying like shards of ice.

She challenged and my jaw ticked slightly, I forced myself to stay put and not gather her into my arms in that moment. "You're so stubborn, Fremantle. Why won't you just let me get my revenge? Why must you be in the way?" "Blood is thicker than water, haven't you heard?" She answered me, the tears now wetting her face. Don't cry, baby. "So I've heard. But when the risks are way too outrageous, I think saving blood becomes a bit overrated, don't you think?"

"Once this war is over, we can all sit down together and catch up on lost time. I felt a warm feeling spread through my chest at his words. It was comforting to know that there was still hope for our family, even in the midst of all this chaos. I listened to my Uncle Daryl's stories about my family, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. I had always heard the saying "blood is thicker than water," but it wasn't until I started spending time with my uncle that I truly began to understand its meaning. There was something special about being surrounded by family that made me feel comfortable and at ease.

If he is betrothed to his twin sister, they are to get married. "Damon..." He cut in, "I know, Ava. I am betrothed to my sister." We stopped at a ranch, and I watched him touch a black horse, about to untie it before I asked. "Isn't that wrong?" He smiled and then looked at me, "For humans, yes. But haven't you heard that blood is thicker than water? Most kingdoms want their bloodline to remain strong and not get diluted by external influences." "Are you still going to marry her?"

And I know, with a certainty that chills deeper than the wind, that the next wave to hit us won’t be made of water. It will be made of blood.

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.

“That he stole your mate – Damian and Brian’s mother. I don’t want to belong to his bloodline.” Edward clucks and brushes my hair back from my face. “None of us can change where we come from, Gloria.” He states softly. “But your upbringing taught you a lesson most of us don’t learn until much later in life: the family you choose can be a thousand times better than the one you were born into. Blood may be thicker than water – but so are a lot of things… mayonnaise, frosting, gravy…”