All Chapters of Bounded Beyond The Abyss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

P.S - This is a teaser only, read the whole story. The sheets were still tangled around them, heat clinging to their skin like smoke after a fire neither of them wanted to name. Outside, the world remained quiet — too quiet. But inside, tension crackled louder than thunder. Elise’s fingers slid beneath the pillow. Her eyes, sharp like a blade unsheathed, locked onto the figure beside her. The pistol gleamed silver in the dim light as she raised it. Vael didn’t even flinch. Naked under the sheets, ink-black runes still faintly glowing across his skin, he tilted his head and smiled — slow, dangerous, unafraid. "Kitten," he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker. "I told you. You only have three chances to kill me." Her grip didn’t falter. But her voice trembled with fury, and something else she refused to name. "You killed him. Right in front of me, Vael. He begged. He had a family." His gaze didn’t waver. The stars in his eyes burned hotter now, but colder to

The underworld was alive with sin and secrecy. The auction house, hidden beneath layers of deception, was a den where the corrupt and the powerful gathered, their masked faces concealing identities but not their desires. Here, wealth was measured not just in gold but in influence, and the things being sold—priceless relics, forbidden weapons, and even the lives of the unfortunate—were merely tools in a greater game. Elise had never stepped into a place like this before. Her duty had always been to protect humanity from the monsters lurking in the dark, but tonight, she had to become part of that darkness. She arrived under the guise of a wealthy noblewoman from a faraway land, her disguise meticulously crafted to blend in. Her usually loose golden hair was styled in an elaborate updo, pinned with obsidian ornaments, and she wore a sleek, form-fitting dress that gave her an air of effortless elegance. It was uncomfortable—far from the combat attire she was used to—but necessary. The l

The night air was crisp when Elise slipped through the concealed entrance of their hideout. The torches lining the stone walls flickered, casting jagged shadows as she moved swiftly through the narrow corridors. She had managed to avoid most of the watchmen, but there was one person she couldn't escape. Her heart was still pounding from the chase, the remnants of Vael's voice lingering in her mind like a haunting whisper. "Run, kitten. Let's see how long it takes before you come back to me." She clenched her fists, pushing the thought away as the sight of Elysium's towering walls came into view. The base stood strong, hidden within the ruins of an old fortress, a place that had become her home, her sanctuary. But tonight, it felt suffocating. The moment she stepped inside, she was met with hushed voices and wary glances from those still awake. They knew she had left, but none dared question her. Not yet. "Elise." She barely had time to curse before Soren emerged from the shadows,

A dull ache throbbed in Elise’s wrists as she slowly regained consciousness. The weight of exhaustion clung to her, her body sluggish and heavy. The warmth surrounding her wasn’t suffocating like before—it was soft, unfamiliar. Her fingers twitched against silk sheets. Her eyes fluttered open. The dim glow of candlelight bathed the room in a golden hue. The scent of leather, smoke, and something unmistakably him lingered in the air. She shifted slightly, feeling the cool sensation of something smooth against her wrists. Confused, she lifted her hands. Her wrists—once raw and torn from the chains—were now wrapped in soft bandages, the faint scent of ointment lingering on her skin. Someone had tended to her wounds. Her gaze drifted across the room, taking in the dark wood furnishings, towering bookshelves, and the faint crackling of a fireplace in the corner. The air was still, save for the soft rustle of pages turning. Then she saw him. Vael. Casually seated in a chair beside h

The forest was too quiet.Elise moved between the trees like a shadow, the mist curling around her skin like ghostly breath. Her boots sank into damp earth, and the air was thick—heavy with moss, blood, and the echo of old magic.She should’ve waited.Should’ve rested.Should’ve told someone.But silence was easier than thinking. The stillness of the woods—where only monsters breathed—was better than the storm in her chest.“One clean fight,” she whispered, voice flat. “Just to clear my head.”A villager had begged for help. Something had been prowling the edge of their land, leaving carcasses and claw marks in its wake. High-risk. High reward. The perfect excuse.But Elise wasn’t here for the gold.She was here to run.From him. From herself.From the powers that wouldn’t let her sleep—powers that sparked in her dreams, whispering in tongues made of fire and shadow.She gripped her blade tighter, fingers trembling.“I’m fine,” she muttered.A lie.The monster found her first.It lung