Bound By Blood Novels & Stories

Within seconds, the man fell to the floor, lifeless, his body sprawled across the room. It was then that I noticed the other men in the hall. All eyes were fixed on Vincent, staring at him with heavy looks of judgment and respect. The tallest among them, with a dark aura, green eyes, and a voice reminiscent of a dark romance character, stepped forward. Without hesitation, he knelt before Vincent, drew a small blade, and with a firm motion, cut the palm of his hand. As the blood flowed, he solemnly repeated: "Blood to enter, blood to exit. My loyalty is yours."

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

He scratches his head, no longer teasing me as he looks a little worried about what he is about to say. “Gabriel would be able to explain it better, but when you had your car accident, I gave you my blood, so you are bound not just by my mark between your legs but by blood as well,” I feel myself heat up and take a sip of my coffee. I feel a little disappointed. Does that mean I won’t get the sparks back with the others? “What does it mean, blood bound?” I ask it’s not a term I have heard before. Caleb growls and pulls me closer.

"I... it's complicated." Her father's expression softened. "Life usually is." He squeezed her hand. "Just promise me something. Don't close your heart completely. Even in the structure of this one, there is always a chance for some real thing to develop. Aria was close to laughing at the ludicrousness of the proposition. Alexander Blackwood, who brought the cold efficiency and calculated gestures, growing real feelings? It was impossible. “I promise to keep an open mind”, she said instead, not wanting to argue with her father in his condition.

Wiped my face. “You’re being very brave,” he murmured. “But brave and foolish live next door to each other.” When he stood, I saw blood on his gloves—my blood. Splattered on the floor, down my arm, sticky and red. My fingers looked mutilated. Bare. Wrong. I choked on something, the bile in my throat almost forcing its way up. “Let’s try the right hand.” “No.” My voice was barely there. He didn’t stop. After the fifth nail, I blacked out.

Not at Cain’s penthouse or the café, but in Samantha’s backyard under fairy lights and wine-fueled laughter. The kids played tag in the grass. Their husbands talked sports around the grill. They smiled. They joked. They wore their masks like couture. “You ever think about what comes next?” Samantha whispered while sipping from her glass. Grace raised an eyebrow. “After Cain?” Ava’s laugh was low and bitter. “There is no *after*. There’s only deeper.” A shadow moved near the side gate. Just the wind—or maybe not. None of them flinched. Because when you live inside a lie long enough, you start to recognize when the wind shifts and smelled like blood

The blood oath was a ritual done to seal a bond between the married couple, it was mostly done at their mafia weddings as part of the ceremonies. Luca's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. But he stood from his seat, He stood tall, his posture rigid, as he walked to the centre of the big hall as Elle followed. Her mother in-laws neared them, she faced them as they both were facing each other as people looked on. She grabbed Elle's hand which was small and delicate squeezed her finger. as Luca's gaze remained fixed on some point ahead. But as his mother pricked Elle’s finger and moved the needle to him his eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, they locked gazes.

The scent of blood clung to the air. Thick. Unforgiving. Raven sat against the cold stone wall, her wrists raw from the silver shackles that had only been removed minutes ago. Her breathing was slow, steady—controlled. But her heart still pounded from the chaos that had unfolded. The chamber was eerily quiet now, except for the occasional crackle of the torches. The bodies had already been dragged away, leaving only the dark stains of their demise behind. Yet, the tension hadn’t lifted.

"I agree to everything you've asked. But the alliance only works if I can trust you won't betray me. Therefore, the blood bond with Alexei must happen first." Alexei's head snaps up. "Father, no. We discussed this. The bond is unnecessary." "It's essential." Konstantin's voice hardens. "Maya needs access to our resources. Our intelligence. Our facilities. But she's proven herself capable of running. Of betraying agreements. The blood bond ensures she can't." "How?" I demand. "The blood bond creates a mystical connection. A link between two individuals that can't be broken. Once bonded, you'll feel each other's emotions. Sense each other's locations. And, most importantly, you'll be unable to

The inch-long tattoo etched inside her wrist was proof of that oath. Lily was a Bloodbound, too—every human on these grounds was. Being Bloodbound meant that somewhere in your ancestry, an imbecile fucked up and swore his bloodline to the Lycans for saving his sorry ass. The Lycans saved had their ancestor, and the fact that they wouldn’t even exist without that ancient act of 'generosity' was drilled into them from their cradle. Lycans were entitled and dangerous, and there was nothing she could do about them. Her fists unclenched one by one. She hated how familiar the helpless burn in her chest felt.