Family Quotes Blood Novels & Stories

“Neither of you are a match.” I felt like the floor dropped beneath me. “What about the blood bank?” Ruth asked, standing now. “We’ve checked. Unfortunately, their blood type is rare. We don’t have any matches currently available.” He glanced between us. “We need a compatible donor immediately. Do you have any family members who might be willing to come in for testing?” Family member? Lucy and Damien. Still, what choice did I have? I turned to Ruth. “Stay with them. I’ll be back.”

I found that I liked it, I had to stop myself from reaching out and giving her a hug. “Interesting…it seems your blood is welcoming to mine. What’s your last name again?” I hesitated, unsure of what to say, Jones was a common name and as far as everyone was concerned it was my mother’s name. “It’s Jones.” Her eyes roamed over me, as though she was taking me in for the first time. “You know the funny thing about the magic infusing into our blood, is that our blood can recognize its family ties and blood lines. Hidden easily enough with a simple spell… but for those left untrained, its quiet noticeable.”

"Your mother is sick, and Jennifer's condition is unstable. Our family can't afford any more problems." I closed my book and met his gaze without responding. He took a deep breath. Then, as if making a difficult decision, he began, "I know you might've felt wronged by certain things that had happened in this household in the past. But regardless of what happened, we're still family. We're still bound by blood." "A family?" I murmured before letting out a quiet and detached laugh. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think this current body of mine is related to any of you by blood," I said.

He slowly walked toward the Genesis Core. "Some bloodlines carried genetic markers unlike any others." Victor shouted, "Don't!" But Raven ignored him. He rested one hand on the silver chamber. "The Romano bloodline." Emily froze. "My family?" Raven nodded. "And the Blackwood bloodline." Alexander looked at his father. Victor reluctantly lowered his head. "It was true." Emily stared at both men. "So..." "Our families weren't connected by coincidence?" Victor answered quietly. "No." "The friendship between our families..."

I shook my head, all the energy slowly seeping from out of me like tendrils of smoke. “He was my brother. My blood.” I screamed in his face, in pure shock and disbelief. “Sometimes water is thicker than blood.” A nonchalant shrug, “And you don’t know this, love, but blood does not make you family. You make your own family, not the other way around.”

“Love makes families more than blood does. Alexander will grow up knowing you as the father who chose him. Who stayed when the truth came out. That means more than genetics.” “You really think so?” “I know so.” I leaned against his shoulder. “Blood doesn’t make someone a father. Showing up every day does. Loving them when it’s hard does. You’re already doing that.” We sat together in the quiet nursery, holding the baby who represented both betrayal and hope. Outside, people were probably still whispering about bloodlines and genetics and ancient laws, but inside this room, there was just a man who loved a child and a woman who understood what family really meant.

Mia’s POV Lucas barely hesitated.Like it was too obvious for me to ask. “It’s a family trait,” he said smoothly, wiping the blood from his arm. His voice was too calm, too practiced. “Our blood carries healing properties for each other. It’s rare, but it’s something passed down through our lineage.” I stared at him. Lie. I would’ve known about something like that. Damon would have mentioned it. My uncle would have told me. But I didn’t call him out on it. Not yet.

“You don’t know what you’re doing. I’ve been his son for thirty-five years. I share his name. His goddamn nose.” “And yet,” I said quietly, “your blood doesn’t share his markers.” He turned on me. “Oh, I see. You’re loving this, aren’t you?” “No,” I said flatly. “I’m not.” Because I wasn’t. I felt like I was watching something crack that had always been cracked—I’d just never seen the fracture line before. Dr. Levin tried to step between us. “I understand this is shocking. Sometimes—rarely—blood incompatibility can reveal complex familial discrepancies. It doesn’t mean you aren’t family in other ways.”

Asking her about the questions bothering me might be a bit weird. I’d conclude that our blood type might be a coincidence, but there’s this unsettling feeling I can’t shake, especially after seeing how fast she’s healing with my blood. Sure, I know my parents are dead, but there might be a little blood relationship between us. Like an aunt or grandma, I really don't know. My parents never talked about having any relatives when I was young—heck, none even visited us.

~ Josie ~ I can’t stop imagining the small ten year old Kit watching his own family die before his very eyes. A horror nobody should witness, let alone a small innocent child. Kit, my own mate, had a horrendous childhood…because of my family. My own blood. The blood that runs through my veins is the same blood that has tortured him. I can’t breathe…my heart keeps pounding against my chest as mixed emotions of anger, sorrow, hatred and love spread through me all at once.