The Blood-Binding
Author: F.J. Wilder
last update2026-05-08 13:01:39

Power in the apocalypse is never given freely. It is always paid for in blood.

I glanced at her rolled-up sleeve and then up at her eyes. Only hours ago she was a scared college student shivering in the snow. She stood in the warm light of the command center and was asking me to make her a monster.

"Maya, you need to understand," I warned her, my voice heavy. The Blood-Binding ritual is no magic trick, the System will inject my mutated DNA into your veins and your cells will revolt; if your bod
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