Mine Blood Ties Novels & Stories

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!"

She closed her eyes, awaiting the knife to cut into her skin, and just as she expected, a sting surged through her body and she clenched her hands by her side, her lips pressed tightly together. She felt Jacob's palm on her cheek for the second time and wondered what he was doing but she didn't dare to open her eyes. Jacob placed his cut over hers, their blood mixing. “ With this, we are bound together as master and slave. This is our blood ties,” His words were solemn and Ava snapped her eyes open to meet his deep ones. Bound by blood together as master and slave? “ From now on, you are mine. Mine to break and mend, mine to kill and save. Your name is now Felicia. Felicia, Slave to Jacob St

Arrogant, Ryan looked down at Madeline who had fallen unconscious in Jeremy’s arms. “She has the rare Rh-negative blood type. She’ll die of blood loss in no time if you let her bleed away here.” Bending down as he spoke, the corners of his lips curled into a confident smile. “Your only option is to give her to me.”

I would stack good deeds on the ice, so if the ancestors permit a rebirth, Isabella might claim a body free of frozen blood and failing marrow. The hours ticked past until my eyelids burned from the glare, yet sleep eluded me. I twisted the dial on the bedside lantern, forcing the text into sharper relief. Perhaps because young Collins’ recent crisis had hyper-sensitized my tracking of rare blood factors, my eyes locked instantly onto the rogue's specific markers. Lineage Typing: RH Negative, Type O Variant.

I don't know what to do with it so I've been filing it under variables personal and trying very hard not to examine what it means that I keep taking it back out. I have a name. The name behind the operation bleeding both families. It will change everything when it lands — it's personal, it's surgical, it's been planned for a long time by someone with deep knowledge of both organizations from the inside — and I need to decide who to bring it to before I move. My father: acts fast, no finesse, warns the target. My brothers: loyal, not subtle. A man in a corridor who knows which park without being told.

Usually when I’m with Simone, she consumes my whole being, so thinking about Ruth when I was inside her has to mean something. Vampires are connected through blood. Simone didn’t have a thought or care for her mother anymore, because she was no longer connected to her. She’s connected to her new family, but what if she’s from the same bloodline as Ruth? With both of them being golden children, it might mean they share more than just blood.

"Brielle you didn't travel again?" Before she could reply to her, the doctor came in. "Mr. Davis, can I speak to you for a minute?" They went to the end of the room. "I'm sorry, I don't think you are vital enough to donate blood." "Why?" "Any markdown in your blood will affect you." "How bad can it be?" "I will say, sixty-thirty." Frederick peered over his son, and back at the doctor. "Do it." "What?" "I said you should do it."

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Dominic growled. The documents in front of him told the same story Faro just did, but he didn’t want to believe it. He was pissed that Eris kept his problems to himself. Dominic would have helped him, he’d always help all of them, blood was blood and they were bound by it. They all had the middle name ‘Rose’ for a reason. It was their mother’s maiden name and for them it was as strong as the blood that made them family.

I ask coldly. She remains silent, her heart still thumping as I pull myself out of the water, making her scramble back. My cock throbs at the sight of her, laying there naked on the ground between my legs. “In our lives, we can give one person our blood. Take one bonded mate… and then we are tied to them for life. I guess we are even now, My Dragonette because I have already bound you to me… And now, you have bound me to yourself.” I crouch down.

Scratching the side of my jaw, I slowly nod my head, unsure if I’m making the right decision, and ask, “Can we wait a few days, so my wife will get the chance to be at his side if he passes?” “We can do that.” “Will you require more blood from me for Nate?” My blood type is O, and it’s a very rare one, just like Nate's, who is type AB. My blood cells are very universal, giving me the benefit of being able to donate to anyone. I suppose you can say it’s a rare superpower I possess. As for Nate, he can not receive blood from just anyone. Riddled with guilt and the images of Mia using her body as a human shield to protect my abi, I offered to donate my blood to Nate without hesitation—twice.