Bound By Blood Novels & Stories

In those prophecies, two figures always appeared at the center of the unraveling. One was born of blood and night, bearing a heart that refused to fully still—a vampire whose shadow bent not toward dominion, but toward devotion. Wherever he walked, candles guttered without wind, and mirrors failed to hold his reflection for long, as if fate itself struggled to define him.

Progress. I focused on the creature. “You said blood binds,” I said. “So explain it.” Silence pressed in again. Then….. Images. Stronger this time. Clearer. Two bloodlines which were never separate but intertwined. A joining meant to stabilize something. To contain something. It was never a marriage or a claim. Just a lock. My breath caught. “It’s not about power,” I whispered. “It’s about control.” Kael stilled beside me. Control over this.

“Yes, yes I know it means Lucas and I are bound together, that we are the ultimate pair, but what does it actually mean?” “Blood binding is ancient magic, before a time of humans, when gods and angels walked freely about the universe. There were some who chose to bind themselves to another in the form of a blood vow. A form of marriage if you will, only this could not be undone. Others were fated to be together, a product of a greater design. By binding yourself to another using a blood vow, they became apart of you and you them. One could not live without the other, it was like two parts of a soul. The magic was so powerful that they became an ultimate powerhouse, capable of destroying gala

The blood oath was a bond among people, who swear their loyalty and confraternity to each other, connecting them through their blood. The bond allowed the tied ones to communicate through the mental conversations. I was going to be tied to the bond that all the soldiers, and guards share with the royal family.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

Alister chuckled at me, “It’s like a person, who’s your lifetime blood supply.” “What!!” There was something like that!! I never heard about it!! “A lifetime blood supply?? And from only one person!! There’s something like that!!” “Yeah, you can make someone your Blood mate if you like the taste of their blood but it rarely ever happens since it also means you’ll get stuck with them for life and they get stuck with you for life. My wife is mine since she’s a fae but most vampires refuse to get bound like that plus among vampire couples no one would tolerate a third wheel since a vampire can’t be a blood mate and there are some other complications.”

he asked when he saw my face. “Hellebore is controlling Lazarus with a vial of blood.” “Vial of blood?” he asked, sitting up, “blood magic is forbidden in hell, has been for hundreds of years." “You know what it is?” I asked, sitting beside him. He nodded, “A demon can force a bond with someone by taking their blood and keeping it on them, the blood is used in a ritual to bind the being to them with the blood making it impossible to turn down their orders, if they somehow manage to defy an order their blood would boil, and the creature would be rendered to ash. It is not an easy bond to break. It is why it has been outlawed. I outlawed blood magic when I became king because I could see what

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

“Fighting won’t be enough. She’s too powerful, her forces too vast. We need something stronger. Something binding.” Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “A Blood Pact.” --- The words sent a chill down Aria’s spine. She had heard of Blood Pacts in the old legends—an unbreakable bond forged through shared blood and magic. It was said to tie two souls together, granting them the power to share their strength, thoughts, and even emotions. But it came at a price. “You’re serious,” she said, her voice wary.

One moment Salvatore was standing there, smirking; the next, Leonard had the man's wrist in a grip so tight that Isabella saw Salvatore's fingers turning white. "Let me be clear," Leonard said, his voice still conversational despite the violence in his posture. "My wife is untouchable. She doesn't have a price. She isn't available. Not now, not ever." He released Salvatore's wrist with a slight push. "The next hand that reaches for her without permission will not remain attached to its owner. Do we understand each other?"