Novel & Cerita Bound By Blood

She understood that her situation was very serious and that she needed to be careful. Feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Julie summoned every bit of courage she could find within herself. With determination, she raised her hand and delivered a strong, firm slap to the man's face. The sound of the slap rang out loudly in the narrow alley, resonating in the air like the sharp crack of a gunshot.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

Sabrina flipped the pages and then halted at a bookmarked one, pointing to the tiny words. “This here…it says that while a blood bond can’t be broken, it can be weakened or even blocked,” Sabrina read out. “The strength of the blood bond varies according to the connection between two people.” She paused for a bit and then added, “Hoc significat vinculum firmius potest adiuvare ad alium vinculum infirmandum vel intercludendum.” “I have no idea what you said,” Asher said. “It means that a stronger bond can help to weaken or block another bond,” she muttered.

Zaya’s breath hitched as realization dawned. “No,” she said, shaking her head violently. “You’re not doing this. Whatever that is, it’s blood magic. That’s forbidden.” He finally looked at her then, his golden eyes burning like wildfire. “Forbidden doesn’t matter when your life is on the line.” Her knees almost buckled. “What… what does it involve?” He stood slowly, stepping toward her with the dagger glinting in his grip. “A blood oath,” he said simply, though his voice carried the weight of centuries. “Your blood. My blood. Bound together in the old way.”

“Not to bind their bodies, but their blood.” Back on the mountain, Fenric felt it. He staggered suddenly, one hand clutching his chest as a cold sensation wrapped around his ribs. Not physical, but deeper. A pull in the thread. A tightening. Sira stepped toward him. “What is it?” He met her eyes, and his voice was hoarse. “They’ve begun to forge a counter-thread. They’re going to bind the blood itself.” Syra paled, her lips parting slightly. “Blood-binding is forbidden. Not just by law by instinct. It was erased for a reason.”

“Not whole?” Aiden’s jaw clenched. “Our mating bond is sealed. Our souls are intertwined.” “Yes,” the leader said, his tone calm. “But the Blood Oath remains unspoken.” Aiden grew rigid. Helena blinked in surprise. “What does that mean?” The leader stepped closer, cautiously, so Aiden wouldn’t attack. “It is the most ancient ritual. One that binds not just your souls… but your fates, your strength, your essence. If one falls, the other follows. If one triumphs, the other becomes unstoppable.”

“Yes.” “Why?” “Because you should not exist,” he said simply. Her jaw tightened—but she didn’t recoil. “Explain.” Caelen’s gaze sharpened, something like respect flickering there. “You are a convergence of forces that were never meant to align within one vessel. Bloodlines. Bonds. Power restrained by love instead of domination.” He took a step closer. The wards hummed faintly but did not resist him. “That has happened before,” Amelia said quietly. “Yes,” he agreed. “And it always ended in ruin.”

I say, “Explain the thing that you shoved into my blood without asking permission for.” He sighs as he turns back to watch his men load the cars with everything they need, and doesn't look back as he explains. "The blood oath is a control system, and commands can run both ways. Orders are passed down from one bondmate to another, with restraints triggered when someone disobeys. Pain loops correct behavior, and it has a habit of ensuring loyalty.” The bond hums under my skin as if it knows it's being talked about. I hate the feeling of it.

“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.

"Through blood exchange and ritual magic. It is similar to what wolves do when they claim mates but our version creates different bonds. Less primal but equally binding." My chest tightened. "You want to claim me the way Kaelen tried to claim me." "No. What he did was possession. What I am offering is protection." Lucien's violet eyes held mine. "If you are bound to me through vampire law my mother cannot touch you without my consent. So she cannot experiment on you or force you into anything. You would be under royal protection that even the queen must acknowledge." It sounded perfect. Too perfect. "What is the cost?"