LOGINSaxa has always felt like something inside her didn’t quite fit the life she was given—but she never imagined the truth would be written in blood, magic, and prophecy. When her dormant wolf awakens in the forests of Norway, Saxa is thrown into a hidden world of ruthless pack loyalties, forbidden witchcraft, and secrets her family has buried for nearly two decades. Bound by fate to Eirik, the pack’s future Alpha, Saxa discovers their connection runs far deeper than attraction—it is a bond powerful enough to ignite war. But Eirik is not the only one tied to her destiny. Somewhere in the dark, her long-lost twin Elias carries the other half of her magic, and together they are the living keys to an ancient system of seals known as the Three Beacons. As forgotten flames awaken and the world beneath the forest begins to tear open, Saxa must learn to control the volatile power inside her—before it destroys everyone she loves. Haunted by visions, hunted by prophecy, and torn between love and legacy, Saxa faces an impossible truth: Some destinies are inherited. Others are chosen. And some were never meant to exist at all. The Binding is a dark paranormal romance filled with slow-burn tension, dangerous magic, and a love powerful enough to challenge fate itself.
View MoreThe Cost of the LockSaxaThe clearing crashes back into focus around us. Cold air burns my lungs.Snow.Trees.The tear splitting open the clearing and the mountain.Eirik kneeling in front of me with one hand gripping my shoulder hard enough to hurt.“Saxa.”His voice sounds far away.“You disappeared.”I blink.“What?”“You both did,” Ingrid says.Her face is pale beneath the moonlight. “You just—stopped moving.”Beside me Elias sways dangerously. “Apparently I hate magical visions.”Kaia catches his arm before he can fall over.“How long?”“Thirty seconds maybe,” Eirik answers.“It felt longer,” Elias mutters.It felt like hours. My gaze drifts toward the mountain.toward the place where she waits beneath it.The first weaver.Not a monster.Not a god.Just a woman.One who made a choice thousands of years ago and has been paying for it ever since.The realization settles heavily in my chest. Kasper is watching us carefully now. “What did she show you?”I meet his eyes, he alread
The Voice in the ThreadsSaxaThe words hang in the air, not loud, not shouted.And somehow every living thing in the valley hears it anyway.The creatures freeze, the wolves freeze, even the wind seems to stop moving through the trees. Beside me, Elias goes completely still, his fingers tightening painfully around mine. “You heard that too?” he whispers.But I can’t answer. Because the voice isn’t gone. It’s still there, not speaking, but present.Like standing in a room with someone you can’t see. The mountain hum beneath us, slow, steady, waiting.The threads around us pulse and the voice returns immediately.Not aloud.Inside.‘You carry the key.’The words slam into my chest hard enough to steal my breath.Elias jerks beside me, his eyes widen.“That wasn’t for everyone.”No. It wasn’t.The voice spoke to us. The twins.They keys.Across the clearing Kasper sees our expressions change. His face hardens immediately. “What did it say to you?”Neither of us answer. The pressure b
The Last ChainSaxaThe earth erupts. Snow, stone, and frozen dirt blast into the air as the clearing buckles beneath us.For one horrifying second, I think the entire mountain might come down on us.Eirik tackles me sideways. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs just as a jagged section of earth explodes where I’d been standing.Behind us, Ingrid yells. “TREE!!”A pine crashes into the clearing, its roots torn completely from the ground.The valley has become a center for chaos.Wolves scrambling.Threads whipping through the air like living lightning. The tears in the earth widening by the second.And beneath it all—Something is trying to climb out.My wolf surges forward instantly.Protect. Survive. Fight. But none of those instincts know what to do with us. Because this isn’t an enemy. It’s a catastrophe. Beside me Elias screams. The sound cuts through everything.I whirl toward him.His body is suspended six inches above the ground. My heart stops.“ELIAS!”The threads su
The Thing BelowSaxaThe mountain groans. Not the sharp cracking sounds from before, not tremors. This sound is deeper. Ancient stone shifting against ancient stone somewhere far beneath the valley floor. The entire clearing vibrates beneath us.Snow dancing across the ground in tiny bursts as the threads pulse brighter around my body. Every creature remains kneeling, their silver-eyed heads bowed toward the mountain. Toward whatever just spoke inside my head and said ‘mine.’My pulse pounds violently. The word still echoes through me.Not in my ears, but inside my bones.Mine. Eirik crouches beside me instantly, one hand gripping my shoulder hard enough to ground me. “Saxa..”I blink.His face sharpens back into focus. The cold air. The snow. The creatures.Reality slams back into place all at once.But the pressure beneath the mountain remains.Watching, waiting.Elias is breathing hard beside me now, too hard.The glowing veins spreading beneath his skin have reache
Beneath the MountainSaxaSomething beneath us wakes.Not metaphorically, not emotionally, not in some distant magical shift humming quietly through the system.Something real.The moment the convergence locks into place between Elias and I, the entire valley reacts like a living thing inhaling for
The Deep System SaxaNothing happens, for a split second.Yes the valley is still trembling with power, the threads blazing beneath the snow like lighting trapped under the skin of the earth. The tear in the forest still hangs open like a wound in reality. The creatures stand in the clearing, silv
The Second TearSaxaThe creature stops three paces from me, close enough that I can see the threads running through its skin.Not inside it, through it.Silver lines flicker faintly beneath the surface like reflections on water, shifting with every movement it makes.It isn’t breathing.Not the wa
The Second HandSaxaNo one answers me right away.Elias is already pulling the ledger closer again, dragging the lantern with it so the light falls directly across the page.The paper crackles softly as he smooths it flat. He doesn’t look up. “Give me a second,” he mutters.The room holds its brea






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