A Song Of Ice And Fire Leatherbound Novels & Stories

The leather binding was cracked with age, the pages yellowed at the edges. "This is for you," she said, her voice measured and calm, betraying nothing of what she might think of me or my situation. "You'll want to read it soon." "What is it?" I stood, drawing closer but not touching the book. Something about it radiated importance, and I wasn't sure I was ready for more revelations. She tapped the leather-bound cover with one long, elegant finger. Bloodlines of the Forgotten. My breath caught, the words hanging in the air between us like a challenge.

"You've been suppressing it for too long." She shook her head. "That's impossible. I'm not that strong." Kael crouched in front of her, his expression serious now. "You're not supposed to be. Not unless you were born with bound magic." She stared at him. "You keep saying that. What does it even mean?" He studied her wrist again, the mark still glowing faintly. "When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms."

The book I was currently opening was larger than the rest, bound in black leather that had cracked and split over time. I flipped through the pages only to freeze when a heading popped out at me. History of the Dark Bond.

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

The complete volume of the World Almanac on the top row, varying books about business and commerce on the middle, and a compilation of untitled white leather-bound books on the bottom. The white books caught my attention quickly. Weird. It looked specifically custom-made. I was almost tempted to open one of them when I found a familiar-looking book placed singularly at the far corner of the shelf. It was bound using black lamb skin. The title written on the spine made me frown as I read it. ‘The God’s Emerald Eyes.’

I scratch his ear and he settles again. There's no sign of James and Charlotte other than James' tablet on his armchair and a book, marker inserted, on Charlotte's favourite spot on the settee. With no real interest, I look at the cover. 'A Song of Ice and Fire - A Dance with Dragons.' The scent of something is drifting in, James' cooking I assume. A part of me says it smells rich and savoury, winey and herby, but my gut recoils. Just a coffee maybe...

the council leader from my pack said. I walked and stood close to my father, hoping they would change their mind but I was so wrong about it. " I want to welcome both Packs to this gathering. It is with great pleasure to have you here. This gathering is just to inform both parties of the implications and what is required of the" he said. His voice sounded like a sword piercing through my heart. I swallowed hard as I tried to ignore the eyes that were on me. " This will lead to a blood marriage between both parties. Your souls will be bound together by dark magic from the moment the oath is taken. And none of you should hurt each other nor are you to betray" he said.

Kieran's POV I come back to consciousness in a dark room. A cold foreboding chill runs down my spine and spreads to my shoulders. I try to move but I can’t. I jostled my wrists and I realized leather straps are around them, constructing my movement and unforgiving in their hold on me. Panic settles into my lungs as I try to move my legs and I realize they are bound as well. “Please,” I whisper. My voice is weak and my throat is dry. My chapped lips burn as I slide my tongue over them.

"Someone stole my firstborn... and convinced me to spend sixteen years raising the wrong child. I have spent years bleeding for the borders of this territory, believing in the honor of our vanguard, while the truth was being chewed away by moths and traitors." He reached the central shelf and grabbed a massive, iron-bound leather ledger. The book was nearly three feet wide, its spine cracked and peeling from decades of handling. Marcus dragged it from the alcove and slammed it down onto the reading table in the center of the room. The impact sent a shockwave of dust into the air, catching the silver light of Elena's palms and twisting like ghosts in the dark.

“If he gets caught in the fallout… oh well.” They leaned closer to the circle, shadows pooling around them like dark water. Elara whispered an incantation, her voice low, musical, dangerous: “Korrvak nesh taloum… grahnak velmuirch. Os’hallonn. Drevuuk.” The shadow ink twitched, smoke curling against the salt, forming itself slowly into a shape—impossibly detailed, unnervingly alive. Then it solidified, hollow-eyed and grinning: a raven’s skull, the bones black as obsidian, the eye sockets gleaming with unseen fire.