Authors Unbound Novels & Stories

“Since you crossed your first border without permission.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “That narrows it down to half the continent.” The man chuckled softly. “Perhaps. But few do it without blood.” Aria felt the threads tense. Not in fear. In recognition. “Who are you?” she asked. The man inclined his head slightly. “We are called the Unbound.” The name hit like a dropped blade. Damien stiffened. “That’s a myth.” “Most inconvenient truths start that way,” the man replied calmly.

“They gather to celebrate their chains, they will make a public spectacle of their dependency — we will give them a new spectacle. We will tear it down before their eyes, and we will show them the fragility of the thing they worship.” I stood, looking at each of them. “Tomorrow, we drill the plan: the distractions, the breach points, the targets. You are no longer rogues — you are the Unbound, the first sharp edge of a new world. Remember the feeling of today’s forge: the pain, the clarity. That is the feeling of becoming real.” I left them by the fire and walked to the cave’s mouth. The night air was colder, and I looked toward where the academy lay — a distant hive of false light and senti

They'd take a wolfless girl and her little sister, and they'd use the two of them to bleed me dry. Nora had spent her entire life being the thing other people used against the people she loved. I'd watched Victor do it with Lily. I would sooner cut off my own hand than become one more man who turned her own heart into a leash around her neck. Maybe, Rend said, quieter now, she's stronger than you're giving her credit for. Maybe she gets a say in what she's able to carry. Shut up, I told him, and pressed my split knuckles flat against the cold iron rail until they ached.

Hearing that, Liam smiled broadly. "So you like writing? No wonder you were carefully picking out novels at the bookstore." Ayleen nodded. "Are you planning to publish your book someday?" Liam asked with obvious interest. Wanting to be honest, Ayleen answered, "Yes, but ... the publishing house I want to work with isn't accepting submissions from new authors yet." Liam frowned, disappointment evident in his eyes. "That's a shame. But ... you're not going to give up, are you?" Ayleen firmly shook her head.

To reclaim our territory. Everywhere the bond touched, the Unbound's weapons failed. Their power dissolved. Their certainty crumbled. Because they didn't understand. Couldn't understand. What we had. What we were. Love. True. Absolute. Unbreakable. The tide turned. Our warriors rallied. United. Strong. Fighting with renewed vigor. The Unbound began to retreat. Fall back. Regroup. And then he appeared. Theron. Tall. Ancient. Eyes empty like the void. Like the Hollows themselves.

“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'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