Authors Unbound Novels & Stories

He's sure that Estelle was trained extremely hard by his father, Einuo. She's meant to be a Luna. The beta commented in a whisper. The rest of the Lycans were still in shock as they did not dare to move. Estelle, on the other hand, is just feeling herself. She's getting numb as the burning sensation inside of her is sucking her energy and building up in her chest.

"They expect me to walk into that Hollow like a supplicant. But if they want to see me kneel, they’ll have to drag me there. We move first. We make the Hollow our battlefield." I sent five scouts. Only one returned. His tongue was missing. The message was clear. So I changed the plan. I called a gathering of the Unbound—mages unclaimed by any court, exiled alphas, seers who survived purge after purge. I told them the truth. About me. The shard. The curse. The twin. They didn’t flinch. One by one, they knelt. Not to a crown, but to a cause. That night, I carved the map of the Hollow into my skin. Every root. Every ley vein. Sabine begged me to stop. Leofric couldn’t even look.

Her smile was soft, composed, perfectly measured. “An emotional backlash,” she said lightly, addressing the crowd before anyone else could. “The Moon resists sudden severance. It happens.” The elders exchanged uncertain glances. I was still kneeling where the guards had left me. The bond throbbed faintly in my chest , not broken, not gone. Just… buried. Alpha Xander did not look at me. One of the elders frowned. “It should have severed.” Xander’s jaw tightened, “And it did!” A small pause, “Remove her,” he ordered.

“It took all five of us to take it down.” My brows lifted. “Five of you? For one rogue?” “The thing was rabid,” one of the warriors said. “I’ve never see anything like it.” I looked at Soren, who just shrugged. “Show me where it ambushed you,” I said. Leaving the warriors behind with the dead rogue, Soren led me out past the boundary marker. “What were you doing this far out?” I asked. “I like to walk past the boundary sometimes,” he said quickly. “Just to be sure.”

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”

"I felt it. You separated her from the network." "Yes." "But you didn't destroy her. And now the Unbound have found you. Just as she knew they would." "The First created the Unbound?" "She inspired them. Showed them what bonds could become." His expression darkened. "They want to destroy the entire network. Free everyone by severing everything." "How do we stop them?" "By using what they've forgotten." Cael looked at our joined hands. "Love. True connection. Your mate bond. Use it. Amplify it. Make it a shield."

"The magic itself felt fundamentally different—not simply sophisticated, but structured according to principles I don't fully recognize, as though it operates from some framework entirely separate from anything werewolf, vampire, or witch magic typically draws upon." Constance, having arrived shortly after Selene's urgent summons, examined the notes with visible, growing alarm. "If this genuinely represents direct contact with the Unbound themselves, rather than simply their historical influence through intermediary factions, that suggests they're considerably more actively engaged in current events than we'd previously assumed." "Which means our investigation's been noticed," I said, unders

"But I needed to give him one anyway." "Both things can be true," I said. She looked at me. "How do you carry all of it? The hating and the not-hating. Doesn't it tear you in half?" "Yes," I said. "But I've decided being torn in half is better than being hollowed out." Chelsea nodded slowly. Then she walked away toward the fires, and I let her go. --- The combined force numbered just under three hundred. Shadow, Ironmaw, Nighthollow, and what remained of Ashfall's fighting wolves. They spread across the ridge in loose clusters, sharpening blades, checking supplies, speaking in the low tones warriors use before something none of them understand.

I'd spent most of the summer with Annie, Alissa, and Grayson while Dan and Brett worked. As my vacation neared its end, I got excited about returning to work. I couldn't wait to be around my students again and the music. I dreaded seeing Rob, but hopefully, he'd be somewhat human now that some time had passed. I hadn't heard from him in the time I'd been off except for the email he sent out to the department today about meetings over the next couple weeks.

Please… come back…" Nathan fell to the floor, his back propped against the wall. He wept, tears slipping down his cheeks. At last, he was left with nothing. At one time, he had convinced himself that helping Evelyn was the right thing to do. But now, he realized it had all been nothing more than a ridiculous farce. All along, the fool had been him. His mistake could never be forgiven. The weight of defeat descended like a final curtain. … One day, something unexpected happened. After Nathan liked my photos on Instagram, he showed up at my office after work. The sunset was stunning, but I couldn't focus on its beauty. After all, the last person I wanted to see was now standing right in front