Choices Bloodbound นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The warriors behind them adjusted into formation. Aria raised the sigil, allowing the moonlight to illuminate its pulsating glow. "He desires my blood oath?" She crushed the sigil in her palm. It shattered like glass, scattering shards of crimson light into the breeze. "He may come and take it." As the wind howled and the earth quaked, a shadow emerged on the distant ridge—tall, cloaked, unmistakable even in the dark. The Bloodbound King. Her curse. Her incomplete destiny. And he was smiling.

“I’ve heard of the Golden Thread, but as all Purebloods do, we thought it was simply a myth. No one has ever seen it before since we all have our Fated the Goddess chose, but Purebloods are born with the knowledge of all the Threads the Goddess bestows on us.” I frown. “So you know what this is?” I turn my head to look at Autumn, who doesn’t seem terrified at all. Normal humans are shit scared of Gabriel, but not this little thing. Gabriel nods, then flashes Autumn a smile before he turns to me. “What you and the doctor have is called a Chosen Bond; it is similar to a Fated Bond and only appears after a Fated Bond has been severed.” I feel the blood rushing to my ears and take a step back. “

“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.”

I stood by the table, methodically crushing dried mountain sage and mixing it with a thick, dark resin, because the events on the battlefield had made it clear that a casual proximity wasn't enough to hold back the shadow anymore. ​"You've been staring at that bowl for ten minutes, so either tell me what you're planning or go back to your room and let me bleed in peace," Vaelor muttered, his voice sounding thin and worn out while he stared into the flames. ​"I’m preparing a blood-binding, because today proved that the tether between us is too brittle, and if the entity finds another gap like that, it’ll tear you apart just to get to me," I said, carrying the bowl over to him and setting it o

And the twins were its target. The forest answered with a guttural roar that didn’t belong to any wolf I had ever heard. The trees shook. Shadows twisted unnaturally, stretching across the ground like living claws. The glowing eyes advanced in a slow, deliberate circle, not rushing—hunting. Damien’s aura flared, violent and blinding. “These aren’t Council assassins,” he growled. “They’re Bloodbound.” My stomach dropped. Bloodbound wolves were ancient. Cursed. Beasts that fed on Luna power.

“Now the blood shall feed.” I tried to move, but the power rooted me in place. Auren stepped in front of me, his voice shaking. “Take me instead.” “You are bound. There is no instead.” The creature’s claws extended, brushing the ground. The cavern walls split open, revealing rivers of glowing blood running beneath the earth. The hum inside me turned into a roar. I screamed as the bond surged, trying to shield Auren—but instead of protecting him, the energy tore through both of us. The creature’s eyes flared, and I understood its hunger.

Power radiated off him like heat. When the capos filed out to prep, Luca pulled me into a shadowed corner behind the crates. “You okay?” he asked, voice quieter now. Human again. I exhaled. “Seeing you like this… it’s different.” He cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my lip. “This is who I am. The blood. The violence. If it’s too much—” “It’s not.” I leaned into his touch. “It’s just… real. And I want all of you. Not just the man in the bedroom.”

“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.”

"You should all know how terrifying a Skybound Revenant is. It can fly, burrow, and possess immense power. "Necrobounds thrive on human vitality. If one of them successfully evolves into a Skybound Revenant, I'd say the death of tens of thousands of people would be a conservative estimate."

she finished. She turned to the Council. “I am his equal.” 8. The Power of the Blood Bond The Shadow Crown pulsed on her head as Ava gripped Rowan’s hand. Gasps rippled through the crowd. A bond mark flared between their palms—silver flame wrapped in black thorns. Ava’s voice rang out: “I do not choose a King. I choose a partner.” The crown flared. Magic surged across the stone floor. The Trial Grounds lit up as ancient symbols etched themselves into the marble beneath them.