Mine Blood Ties Novels & Stories

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

“All you have to do is say that we are not related. There is no point in running the bloody test… Just do as I say, all will be okay.” My mouth parted but nothing came out. What was he talking about? Him and Damon were related…. Something clicked in my mind and my eyes widened then I gasped. Stephan’s eyes were searching mine, “Are you listening to me?” “Lord… is he your brother?” Why else would a blood draw be needed and why would it be kept such a secret? Were both of them somehow related and that was just coming to light now. “That piece of garbage is not related to me in any way… is that clear!” he strained in suppressed anger.

There would be time to deal with my possessive instincts after I'd neutralized the threat that was hidden in plain sight. Cut that little bonding time with my mate and get your ass ready. We have an emergency and you are coming with me. I growled the words directly into Tyris' mind through our mindlink, the connection crackling with barely contained fury. The mindlink was one of the few advantages of being blood brothers. Where most pack bonds required proximity and concentration, ours was as natural as breathing, forged in shared blood and tempered by years of fighting side by side.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

“What does that mean? Isn’t there any way to get him the blood he needs?” The doctor sighed. “Rh-null is exceedingly rare. Only a few dozen people worldwide are known to have this blood type. We’ve reached out to international blood banks, but the fastest option would be a direct family donor.” Grand Miller’s face darkened, and his hand fell from Emma’s shoulder. “A direct family donor?” The doctor nodded. “Yes. Would you or another relative be willing to undergo compatibility testing?” The room fell silent, the quietness feeling thick and heavy. Grand Miller's usual calm face showed signs of struggle. Grand Miller took a deep breath, then whispered, "I can't."

To get rid of my DNA for others to use against me. A blood-tie was a trick formed by old power that was supposed to be extinct. It was a trap that mixed two creatures' blood and bonded them together so they would become co-dependent. This blood-tie was like a leash wrapped around my neck. I was only able to walk a certain distance away before the leash would snap in place. The worst part was, I had no idea how to break a blood-tie. But I probably knew who formed it and I could bet money on who I was now bound to.

Dad was happier than ever with the woman at his side. “Your bond seems to override your blood.” one of the men stated to us. “Mind-linking is normally a blood, pack, or Royal trait. It would make sense that Elentari could mind-link the two of you, but can you mind-link each other?” His question made the twins think and they turned their heads to him.

They were mindlinking. A pang of jealousy twisted in my chest so strong I nearly gasped. Mindlinking came naturally when two people were bonded by blood. That could only mean one of two things—they had marked each other or they’d done the blood ritual. Either way, it was a connection I could never compete with. When Paloma finally turned back to me, her face had softened with concern and pity. “I’m so sorry to hear about what happened, River,” she murmured, her voice gentle.

“Do you know what this means? Do you know what we’ve achieved? Do you?” We stared at him as he spoke. No one seemed to understand what he was rambling about. “What do you mean remarkable?” Anthony Gordon asked. “What are you implying?” “There’s only one thing Peter and I have in common,” Mr. Gordon said. “And that is the fact that we have Ashley’s blood flowing through our veins.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “I injected Peter and Trevor with your sister’s blood after doing the same to myself,” he said. “I didn’t intend for it to bind us in any way, but this injury you all witnessed is evidence that the blood is binding the three of us.”

He himself shared the same blood type, a fact that had forced me to donate my blood to him countless times over the years. My deadbeat father was another match, as we'd both inherited it from him. Maddison's twin brother, Miles, wasn't an option—he had inherited their mother's blood type instead. This so-called "coincidence" had always felt like a curse to me. It meant that any health issue I faced could turn life-threatening in an instant. Cameron wasn't having it. "Your dad has high blood pressure and a heart condition! How could you ask him? And Edward's barely recovered from his last health scare!"