Authors Unbound Novels & Stories

Special mention to the following: Evan Darbyshire Johnny2by4 Nick Lopez Oscar Hernandez Schneedrache Joschua Hark Dror Paz paradigmblue Matthew Fine Armaud Baril Art Stephanios Rene de Vissier Tinalynge Justin Cartwright Reed tue sterndoff Nakkus Sid James McManus Michael Smith If you enjoyed this book and would like to support the author please leave a review on the site where you got your copy or on Goodreads. Cheers, V Moody

"I'll let you go. Take this as my compensation to you. It'll make your life easier. I'll forever be waiting for your return, Skylar." I didn't believe in forever anymore. I only believed in myself. At that moment, I finally felt truly free. After Corbin left, I gave the black card to a local charity. At least, his money would be used for something good. The flight today departed right on time. The air hostesses were nice, and the passengers on board were friendly too. I looked out of the plane window, observing the blue sky and white clouds that passed by. I had never felt so liberated in my life. The plane climbed higher and higher in the air.

They were securely archived within the stone vault. * The Boundless Sanctuary: The financial stipends for the class of twelve resident authors were permanently secured. They received creative shelter, free from daily word counts or platform-mandated cliffhangers. * The Unvouched Core: A raw unrefined gemstone rested quietly within its custom stone alcove. It was a monument proving that true narrative value lay in its unpolished essence. Marcus's secure text link chirped softly at the edge of her screen. An executive summary from the booksellers cooperative accompanied it. Elena clicked the alert open. The green distribution nodes across the map lit up in a pattern.

TERM DETECTED: UNBOUND STATUS: UNAUTHORIZED RISK LEVEL: ESCALATING Alex exhaled slowly. 💭 So this is how movements begin. 💭 Not with war. 💭 With a name that refuses to kneel. Brian laced his fingers through Alex’s, steady and present. ❄️ “Whatever comes next—we face it together.” Alex squeezed back. “Unbound,” he said again. And for the first time since fate marked them— The word felt like freedom.

The current was filled with faces—some human, some monstrous, some divine—each a memory in motion, drifting by like shards of glass. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Hold on to me!” He was a dark silhouette against the luminous torrent, his scythe in one hand, its edge glowing faint blue as he drove the blade into nothing—anchoring them. The current fought back, trying to drag them deeper. His face was strained, his eyes burning silver. Avery clawed her way toward him, the Vein whispering her name in every tone she’d ever known. Avery. Avery Delan. Child of the Unbound.

Something was wrong, even a blind man could see it from miles away. I listened through the entire meeting but barely heard a word. They talked mostly about shares and opening another branch in some city I didn’t catch the name. My eyes shifted to the jot pad Car had left on the table, his handwriting had to be the ugliest thing in the world as I scanned over what he had written. He was my assistant, but it felt like he was more, like I should care for him.

But in the south, another faction arose also claiming the Third Voice’s philosophy. They burned Pact documents, shattered elder bloomstones, and wrote one mantra in the skies above their gatherings: “No Witnesses, No Masters.” They called themselves “The Unbound.” And they were growing. The Third Voice was no longer a whisper. It was a mirror. And each region saw a different face. Ari spent her days traveling, not as a leader, but as a witness still. She had hoped her silence would offer space. Instead, it had created vacuum. In Harrow deep, she watched as two bloomfields refused to resonate at all, their roots recoiling from both Pact and Hollow influence.

The next day, my legal team appeared in front of Sean. They brought a transfer authorization document personally signed by Steve. It wasn't a simple asset transfer agreement. It was the heart of Sean's entire business empire, the highest-level control transfer document for his offshore trust fund. When Sean saw the familiar emergency authorization code and the legal documents that would instantly dismantle his empire, he finally understood. He picked up his encrypted satellite phone and dialed a number. His voice was cold. "Activate the Scorched-Earth plan."

He stepped closer, the familiar entitlement rolling off him in waves. A laugh, brittle and sharp, escaped me. I closed the distance between us, my gaze locked on his. “It’s amazing,” I purred, reaching out to take the silk of his tie between my fingers. I twirled it slowly. “How you men think you still have any authority after shattering every vow you ever made.” I leaned in, my lips nearly brushing his ear. My voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “I will not be following you home tonight.”

Being the third day and also the last day Evelyn had promised Roman she would resolve the issue, she logged into one of her long-dormant social media accounts. She took a deep breath and typed out a post, hitting the upload button before she could overthink it. The post reads: “This is Evelyn Hayes-Sinclair. I'm unapologetic to have married the man I chose. To those who wronged me playing the victim: savor these fleeting moments, because your retribution is coming fast, like a tide.”