Familial Ties Novels & Stories

They had been murdering one another for years before deciding recently to stop and focus on eliminating the members of other criminal groups, such as the Maquese and the Triad. "Blood is the strongest kind of tie there is. The Familia at least got that right." I grimaced. "Blood-born; born. blood-stained vow. Their tagline is that." I nodded, but my perplexity just deepened. "Salvatore Vitiello and I had a meeting yesterday."

“No.” “Then what?” I tried to say what I did not understand. “Like I know him already. Trust him all the way, even new.” “That is strange.” “I know.” “You talk to Elder Miriam?” “Not yet. Should I?” “Maybe. She knows old things about bonds.” Selene stopped. “There are stories about soul ties that are not love. Family ties that are very deep.” Family ties. My heart moved when she said that. Something I almost knew.

“Yes. She’s his daughter after all.” Rio nodded. “Never change.” Eiji nodded again, rubbing his wife’s upper arm softly. “Nothing can change that. And… She’s in a better place now. She and her beloved husband. And father-in-law.” Rio smiled and nodded, leaning to her husband. “They are. And how I missed them so.” Family could never be broken. Even though one of us leave, that person will always be family. Especially if we are connected by blood. No matter how much one denies it and no matter how much one wants to reject, the blood is still one. It connects us all.

and "Vampires: Blood and Legend." I settled into the chair, warm from the fire, and picked up the book on bonding to start. Skimming through, I found plenty of information on the mate bond and familial bonds. I found out that regardless of pack affiliation, family bonds stay intact barring a formal rejection. This lets families maintain their ability to mindlink and feel each other as long as they’re close enough. It was an interesting piece of information, but not what I was looking for. There was no mention of a bond specific to twins, so I shut the book with a sigh and moved on to the next one.

I didn’t know where they were, or what was happening. All I could trust in is that I’d know if Callum or Oscar died. There’s a link between immediate family members; not as strong as a mate bond, but more than a regular pack bond. “Beta,” the doctor suddenly appeared in the doorway, dipping his head. “Doc, any news?”

“And if that trust fund clause was written specifically for a child of Margaret Wren, and Margaret Wren is Roza’s mother, then Dad may have believed, or known, something about that connection that he never told anyone in our family.” “Soren.” Isla’s voice was careful now, working through the implications slowly. “If there is a hereditary condition on Dad’s side, and if there truly is some deeper connection between our families than a single old relationship, we need to understand exactly what that connection is. Not just for Mum’s diagnosis. For Iris too, if it turns out to matter for her.” I sat there in the quiet hospital corridor, my mother somewhere beyond those doors facing an uncertain

"You and him are related by blood." Again, there was the mention of a blood relationship. Liesel looked at her for a moment. "What are familial ties based on blood relation really worth?"

All family relationships in this collection are step, adopted, or chosen family only — zero blood relation. Characters may still call each other “bro,” “sis,” “mommy,” “daddy,” etc., because that’s how they grew up after their parents married. It’s part of the taboo fantasy. Enjoy the filth without worry 😈

When did survival become more important than family? A memory surfaces. Callum and I, maybe eight years old, playing in the garden behind the townhouse. We'd been fighting about something stupid, the way kids do. I don't even remember what started it. But I remember Father pulling us aside. "You two need to understand something," Father said, crouching down to our level. "You're twins. That bond is sacred. Unbreakable. When I'm gone, you'll only have each other. Pack politics, power struggles, territory disputes, none of that matters as much as the bond between brothers. Promise me you'll always protect each other. No matter what."

I couldn’t stomach how I had broken the link and put my children in grave danger. “It didn’t have to be a formal oath to renounce your ties with the twins, because the parental blood link had just formed. It hadn’t fully settled yet. It would’ve taken a couple of weeks for it to truly take root and solidify. So intent, no matter how small, was all you really need,” Mom explained. “This is why the older generation had always insisted on the importance of belonging to a family and to a pack. Now, look at this mess. Because of ignorance that-”