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Queenie had often brought him home without worrying about what others would think. I had even overheard her once saying to him how exhausting it was to care for me. It had felt like she had been carrying an endless burden, living with a paralyzed person. She had seemed to have forgotten that she had initially gone into massage therapy out of concern for my muscle atrophy from being paralyzed. As I lay there on the cold operating table, a tear escaped from the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but wonder when Queenie had stopped loving me. Perhaps it had started when I had become paralyzed while saving her during that accident. At first, Queenie had looked at me with pity, but eventually her

LUNA He removes his watch first. Then his tie. Then he tugs at his collar, undoing the first two buttons. His suit comes off next, and he rolls his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, exposing those roping veins along his forearms. His forearms always look hot. I never knew I could be attracted to forearms until Sandro came into my life and apparently ruined my standards for every other man.

I imagine it is what a human experiences at a carnival, the smells of crisp french-fries and cheese overlapping with cotton candy and funnel cakes. It’s an overload to the senses. Amongst the humans, there are a number of Secondaries as well. Their blood is less pungent and thinner in quality, diluted by their immortal DNA. One Secondary catches my eye as he approaches a booth selling blood bags. He takes his time appraising the merchandise, paying no mind to the elderly, human woman attempting to close up shop. Her smile wanes as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. He deliberates a moment longer before pointing to his selection. A thin, golden bracelet dangles from his wrist a

BOUND BY THE VEIN CONTENT WARNING This novel contains material intended for mature audiences only (18+). It includes themes and scenes involving: Graphic violence Blood and feeding Sexual content Obsession and psychological manipulation Power imbalance and coercive dynamics Death and dark supernatural horror elements 🚫Reader discretion is strongly advised. COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Just looking at him made my skin crawl. Ravenscroft approached with heavy steps, his gaze lingering on the chains around my wrists. He didn’t bother with niceties. With a swift, brutal motion, he grabbed my arm and yanked me forward, throwing me to the ground at the foot of the throne. "Learn to bow to your prince, young Lady"

"You're asking me to trade one for the other." "I'm not asking you to trade anything." The elder's voice stayed even, patient, then softened just slightly. "I'm telling you what your own blood is already asking of you, whether either of us likes the shape of it or not. It's simply where you are. Take these." She held out two worn books, their covers soft with age, and a scrap of parchment covered in careful handwriting. "Practices to start with. Small things. Don't force anything, and don't be discouraged when most of it does nothing at all for a while. That's the way of it for everyone who's ever walked this path before you."

I had no idea what he intended to do with it, but the malevolent glimmer in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. "Curious, aren't you, Lia?" he sneered, as he held the drop of my blood between his fingers. "This, my dear, is insurance. A piece of you, a bond that can't be broken. You see, no matter where you go, I'll always know where to find you."

I flinch at the sound of her voice, the ache I didn’t know I still carried cracking in my chest. She softens. “I came,” she whispers, stepping forward and holding the book between us, “because the time for pretending is over.” I take the book from her, it's heavier than it looks. “This belonged to your mother,” she says. “She started it the moment she knew she was carrying you both. It’s her magic, her binding, her warnings… and her hopes for you and your brother.” My fingers tighten around the cover. “You told me once that you didn’t know what she used her powers to bind, other than our wolves. But she bound me entirely.”

Imagine his surprise seeing the vampire king holding a ladle as he went through an old cookbook in his hand. Luveas glanced at the stupefied secretary. “Ah, Tobeyaz,” he exclaimed. “Glad you came. Hurry here and help me read these writings.” Tobeyaz went over, puzzled and took the cookbook from the king’s hand. “What is all this about, Your Majesty?” he asked. "Just read it for me, will you?" Tobeyaz said nothing to reply but he read the writings aloud. As he read them line by line, his brows knitted. The book was all about cooking meals that were eaten by humans.

A book with a leather binding. No diamonds. No large sums of money. No secret weapons or blueprints. Just a book. I felt stupid for a moment. Then I reached in and took it out. The weight of it was substantial and firm. The spine was strengthened with old thread and the leather has become smooth with use and age. I had never seen a single crest stamped on a cover before. A crown, dagger and an ember. All three combined to form a single horrifying symbol. I took my place at the desk and got it open. and started reading.