Mine Blood Ties Novels & Stories

"You know it's a setup. The poison was targeted to your bloodline—only vampires could make that." "Or witches working with vampire collaborators," Cassius suggested. "Your resistance network has hidden bonded pairs. We found evidence of that in the captured operatives. Why couldn't one of those pairs have created the poison?" It was a perfect trap. Every piece of evidence that had pointed to the Greythorne conspiracy could be twisted to implicate Sera instead. The bonded pairs, the mixed magic, even her grandmother's spell book. "Father," Lucien said, his voice strained.

“You’re done, Harrison. Whatever you think you’re holding over me, whatever you think you can bargain with you’re finished.” Harrison tapped the stack of folders beside him. Thick. Bound. Labeled. “You underestimate me, brother.” Savannah blinked. “Brother?” Her chest tightened. She knew the Sterling bloodline was twisted, but Harrison’s grin widened. He pointed at one of the thick files. “You don’t know the truth, Savannah. He never told you.” “Don’t listen to him,” Jackson growled. Harrison continued anyway. “Do you know what those files are?” he asked Savannah. “They aren’t evidence of my crimes. They’re evidence of his.”

The room felt too small for the five of us to stand in. For a moment, she witnessed something she hadn’t before: a minor act of violence between the Alphas. Kael’s hand brushed against Dante’s shoulder with more force than necessary, a silent claim, a warning, and a spark of tension that could ignite at any second. Aria’s chest tightened further. The bond reacted instinctively, warmth spreading through her body, the connection between them all pulsing with energy she didn’t yet understand. Selena leaned back, observing with detached satisfaction. “Interesting,” she murmured. “So fragile, so volatile. A girl, and three wolves, and yet even a whisper of doubt shakes them. How… charming.”

"Hank made this for me. It means more to me than gold. It's the thought that counts." My aunts, Linda Carter, Rachel Carter, and my uncle, Mark Carter, all started praising Henry for being thoughtful and caring. But Henry was 30. A handmade bracelet didn't exactly impress anyone. After a few polite comments, the chat went quiet. Henry didn't give up. He posted a video of himself crying like his world was falling apart. "Ethan, you forced me to pay back that 100 thousand, and now my wife is talking about divorce! Are you happy now?"

"Mira has been living through the same conditions. The same danger, the same intensity, the same proximity to everything that has been happening inside these walls." "But she has not bonded with anyone," Lyra said slowly. "No," Elara agreed. "Which means the bloodline is strengthening through a different mechanism. Not through a bond but through." She paused, choosing her words with the care she always brought to things she was not yet certain of. "Through proximity to you, specifically. Two Moonfire bloodlines in close contact appear to amplify each other. The old records reference this, though I did not fully understand what I was reading until I began tracking Mira's markers."

And certainly not because she loved him. She was doing it because she loved them. Her family. Her sister. The people who had given her everything. Even if it meant sacrificing her own future. Even if it meant entering a marriage built on debt instead of love. And far away, within his ancient castle, the First Blood Vampire smiled as a raven landed upon his window. The message tied to its leg contained only one sentence. She has agreed. The immortal king's crimson eyes gleamed. At last. The first piece had moved.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

Dahlia watched nervously as the prince's blood continue to drop into the witch's bowl. She wondered what he was up to. She really hoped that he was not really getting into a blood ritual that would bind them together. But that was his blood, and that was a witch. How else could this be explained?

Bound not only by vows or duty, but something that ran deeper. Something that was more permanent. We were bound by blood. And lies.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"