Chapter: Uncut.The silk in my hands thrummed like a living thing. As I unrolled more of it, the letters slid, blinked, then settled into meaning only I could see. My mouth moved before I could second-guess it. I read.“When flame meets tide and night meets dawn,Let five be bound and breathe as one.To bear the weight and keep from harm,The heart must split to grow an arm.Where kingdoms rot and rings lie torn,A many-blood shall be reborn;Not of one braid but threads of five,To stitch the world back into life.One crowned by storm on sky and stone,One forged in fire, scaled and bone;One born of depths whose songs unchain,One hell-bound heart who guards the flame;One night-kissed soul, from first blood swornTogether, mercy remakes morn.Yet mark this law the gods have setComplete the ring or drown in debt.If one should falter, one should fall,The Soulclaw shatters, burns them all.Three trials test the woven thread:Of Depth, of Silence, and of Red.Pass Depth with trust, let breath be sh
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Chapter: Deep Library.Claudia pointed to the northern trench where the reef-shadow was blackest and said, “If you want the uncut prophecy, you’ll have to take it from the Deep Library’s sealed stacks. They’re shut with song and guarded by something older than my crown.”“Fun,” I said, because if I didn’t joke, I might scream.Dylan was already digging in a pack Henry had kept slung across his chest. He came up with two smooth, sea-glass stones the color of pale smoke. “Breathing stones,” he said, pressing one into Elijah’s palm and keeping the other. “We lifted a handful from a black market runner weeks ago. We planned for underwater, just… not this underwater.”“How long?” Elijah asked.“Twenty minutes per stone, if you don’t panic-breathe.” Dylan glanced at me. “We’re going to need a lift.”Jeramiah nodded. “Lysara, Calen, you’ll tow them. Fast.” Two sirens peeled from Claudia’s guard line, lean and lethal, arms roped with muscle and hair braided tight for speed. They each coiled a silk tether at their h
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Chapter: Maybe One Day.We stood there with the sea breathing in and out below the cliff, the wind tugging at my hair, the weight of everything pressing behind my eyes. Elijah didn’t speak at first. He just matched my breaths until mine stopped stuttering.“I owe you an apology,” he said finally, voice low. “A real one. Not the half-hearted kind people give when they want to move on.”I glanced up. His gaze didn’t flinch.“I was raised to see magic wielders as a problem to be solved,” he went on. “A rot you cut out before it spreads. It wasn’t just rules. It was… baked into bone. And when the bond snapped into place with you, it ripped all that open. I panicked. I said things to make the old world true again so I wouldn’t have to admit it was already gone.”He huffed a humorless breath. “It was cowardice. I’m sorry.”The words landed like warm stones in cold water, heavy, real, settling where anger had been floating. I didn’t forgive him. Not like that. But I heard him. He looked past me at the surf, softer
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Chapter: Fated Plans.Claudia’s gaze swept the room like a storm assessing its battlefield. The firelight danced over her face, deepening the shadows in her expression. Every instinct in me screamed that whatever came next would change everything.“The prophecy,” she began, voice low and resonant, “wasn’t just a warning. It was a map. And every choice you’ve made, every bond you’ve formed, has been pulling us toward this point.”Jeramiah shifted beside me but didn’t speak. Dylan and Elijah were leaning forward, the air between us strung tight with unspoken questions. Elijah was trying to look relaxed, but I could feel the worry humming through our bond. Claudia’s hands rested on the makeshift table, palms flat. “The Soulclaw Mark is older than the Council, older than the war. It’s a tether the gods themselves wove into this world, to bind five warriors into one living weapon. And you…” Her eyes locked on me, unblinking. “…are the catalyst.”I swallowed. “Catalyst for what?”Her lips twitched in something t
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Chapter: Restore or Destroy. LayahThe silence was deafening. They stood in a loose circle now, Dylan, Elijah, Henry, Jordan, my resistance, rubbing sleep from their eyes, all wearing the same expression: dazed confusion giving way to wary disbelief. Jeramiah stood beside me, his fingers laced through mine, quiet but unmoving. Unapologetic. I felt their eyes on our hands. On him. On the mark that now lived on his skin. No one spoke. Until Elijah did.His voice cut through the tension like a blade. “What the hell happened while we were sleeping?”I flinched. It wasn’t just anger in his tone, it was betrayal, hurt, something deeper. I knew that voice. I’d heard it in myself too many times.“Elijah…” I started softly, but Dylan stepped forward.“You disappeared. With a siren prince, who, let’s be honest, none of us trust yet and then we wake up to find you soul-bound to him?”“It wasn’t planned,” I said quickly. “It wasn’t like with you or Kai. I didn’t even know—”“But it happened.” Dylan’s jaw was tight. “You mark
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Chapter: Coming To.Dylan’s POVSomething was wrong. The world felt heavy, too heavy, like I’d been asleep for days with weights strapped to my chest. My limbs tingled as feeling returned, every nerve sluggish and sparking like I was underwater. My head pounded, my mouth was dry, and my heart...My heart was screaming.“Layah?” I croaked, voice raw. The bond throbbed in my chest, tight and pulsing. She wasn’t close. She wasn’t near. Layah. I reached for her mind, panic lighting me up from the inside.“Where are you? Are you okay? Say something, baby, please...”Nothing. At first, just silence. The kind that made your stomach drop through the floor.“Layah!” I shouted out loud this time, sitting bolt upright with a harsh gasp just as Elijah jerked awake beside me.“Dylan?” he rasped, eyes wide, already scrambling to grab my shoulder. “What’s wrong? Where is she? Is she okay? Is she answering?”“I don’t know,” I said quickly, shaking my head, heart hammering. Elijah swore under his breath, already looking a
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Bound By Blood And Vows.
In a world where power is currency and women are pawns, Ava Campelli has just been sold to the highest bidder through a wedding veil.
Born into a legacy of blood and quiet obedience, Ava knew her fate was sealed long before she could dream of escape. When she’s forced to marry Nico Moretti, the cold, ruthless heir to a criminal empire, her life becomes a performance of silence and survival. From the outside, she’s a vision in white. On the inside, she’s breaking.
Nico is everything she feared: calculated, controlling, and obsessed with ownership. What begins with a diamond ring and a kiss in front of hundreds quickly descends into possession, manipulation, and brutal expectations behind closed doors. His touch is demanding, his love conditional, and Ava is expected to be the perfect wife—seen, not heard.
But behind the carefully painted smile and submissive posture, something dangerous is beginning to stir in Ava. Each cruel word, every forced touch, is a spark. And one day soon, she may burn the whole kingdom down.
A story of power, pain, and the quiet beginnings of rebellion—Bound By Blood and Vows is a haunting tale of a girl who learns that surviving is only the beginning and if she can't win his heart, then she will steal it when she leaves.
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Chapter: Act One.A muffled clatter rolled faintly through the floor, then the quiet tore open. A siren whooped. Boots hammered. “Portside! Two skiffs. MOVE!” someone roared, and three sharp cracks split the night, gunfire close enough to rattle the glass.“What was that?” Nico snapped in my ear.I let a breath break, crisp and scared. “I...I don’t know. Hold on.” I stood fast, phone tight to my cheek, and hurried for the balcony like I needed air. Conner eased the door wider; night leaned in with salt and smoke and another volley of shots.“You’re being hit,” Nico said, voice tightening. “Ava, stay on the line!”“I’m going to look,” I said, pitching panic into my throat. “Just...don’t hang up.”I slipped into the corridor. It was theater and thunder: Eion sprinted past with a coil of rope, Rian bellowed, “Boarders! Lock the hold!” A flare hissed outside, washing the hall blood-orange. My heart thudded like it believed the lie. Conner caught my elbow, steadying me. His eyes asked a question I’d already
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Chapter: Starting With Tonight.The galley felt too small for how many bodies crowded into it, but somehow it worked, steam curling from platters, the radio whispering an old love song, cutlery clinking like soft rain. I set the last dish down, a pan of roasted potatoes with rosemary and lemon, and stepped back to breathe it all in.“Jesus, that smells unreal,” Rian said, already reaching.“Hands,” I warned, and he had the decency to grin and wait. Eion pulled out a chair with the lazy grace of a man who’d fought more than he’d slept. Declan brought a bottle to the table like a trophy, popping the cork one-handed to a small cheer. Darragh slid into the seat to my left, phone face-down beside his plate, always watching without looking like he was. Across from me, Domonic and Hayden took the end of the table, their posture a quiet line of duty. They were careful, polite even, but their eyes tracked the room the way soldiers do. Conner settled at my right, a heat at my shoulder, his thigh a steady press against mine un
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Chapter: A Song Between Storms. The day drifted by like the sea itself, slow and lazy, sunlight pooling over the deck in golden waves. I’d claimed one of the loungers near the bow early, stretched out with a book I wasn’t really reading, letting the sun sink deep into my skin. The rhythmic slap of water against the hull was almost enough to lull me to sleep. I’d been doing little more than flipping pages, sipping cold water, and adjusting the angle of my chair whenever the light shifted. A perfect, mindless kind of day. The kind where I didn’t have to think about anyone’s expectations or plans, just the warmth, the salt on the air, and the quiet hum of the ship. My phone buzzed on the table beside me. The screen lit with Nico’s name. I considered ignoring it. But… that would just make him hunt me down later."Hey," I said, shading my eyes."Hey, bella." His tone caught me off guard, soft, almost casual, as though he wasn’t speaking from some polished office or leaning over a desk full of problems. "Why didn’t you sp
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Chapter: Setting Sail.AvaI took my things back to my room, making sure to place them carefully in my bag. They didn't cost much, but they were sentimental now. A token of my newfound strength and freedom, with Conner. I entered the bathroom and stripped my clothing after turning on the shower to warm up. The hot water streamed down my back like a balm, scalding away the day. I stood motionless beneath the showerhead, hands braced on the tile, letting the heat melt the salt from my skin, the questions from my mind. For a moment, I wasn't anyone's pawn, or someone’s wife on paper, or a woman tangled in too many dangerous threads. I was just… tired and clean. I scrubbed gently, washing the town from me, the scent of grilled fish, the sweet pastries, Conner’s cologne still clinging faintly to the inside of my wrist where he'd kissed it while handing me that silver ring. My hair hung damp and heavy down my back as I stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel. The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle creak of
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Chapter: Sunlight and Secrets.NicoI buried myself in the logistics. Manifests, schedules, payout reports, anything that would keep my mind off the one thing I couldn’t control. Ava. My mind was having trouble not spiraling. One minute I missed her, the next I wanted to punish her for leaving, for not coming back sooner, for not letting me explain. She probably had her own imagination running wild and that was the last thing I needed. I wanted my wife back, in her place. The shipment was coming together. Tight timing, high stakes. If this hit, it’d set us up for a decade. Not just profit, power. Reputation. Legacy. My father had started the empire, but I was the one building it into something unshakable. This deal… it was going to make sure no one ever questioned who I was or what I was capable of. The Irish would take their cut. The Americans would pay a premium. The Russians would stay the fuck out of my way. I’d spent years building this network, threading alliances so tight they’d choke if they tried to pull a
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Chapter: A Partner. After planning the perfect first step in Nico’s downfall, I needed something normal. Something grounding. Tomorrow we set sail into deception and shadows, but today? I wanted sunlight, a breeze on my face, and maybe a handful of cheap souvenirs that would mean more than any diamond necklace he ever gave me. I slid my bag over my shoulder, adjusting the strap as I crossed the deck. “Conner, I’m going to head into town for a bit.”He looked up from where he was sitting, legs spread, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Sounds like fun, love. I’ll join you, if that’s okay?”More than okay. I nodded, smiling back. “You look good carrying bags.”Conner chuckled as he stood, his large frame stretching like a cat’s. “And you look good doing just about anything. Let’s go.”We were halfway to the dock ramp when Domonic intercepted us, standing like a gatekeeper between the world and me.“Where are you going?” he asked, eyes narrow beneath those ever-watchful brows.“Into town,” I
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