B O U N D Unscramble Novels & Stories

“Please try to understand.” she know me. How could she not? I opened this hospital. My voice was rough. “Who is she?” The doctor hesitated, then spoke quietly. “Her name is Misthi. She has acute lymphoblastic leukemia.” My chest tightened. I didn’t go in. I stood there, numb. Then I reached into my pocket, fumbling not for a gun, but for something else. I took out a small unicorn teddy, the favorite toy of my Misthi. I didn’t know where she really was, but the thought of that toy in her hands eased something inside me.

It took everything in me to keep those emotions from spilling out and making everything worse. I snarled, “I did NOT do this.” He shook his head, “The smoke of the shadows dances around your arm as if they’re so familiar with you. That you cannot hide.” Closing his eyes for a moment, he sighed and straightened himself before looking at me once more. “Brendan Aetos, son of the Beta, I hereby banish you from the Nighttide pack.”

He replied he didn't specify that he also owned it. “That's a weird name, Búraló is Gaelic for wolf,” she mumbled. "How do you know Gaelic?" He asked curiously.

“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?”

Eric said shyly as he scratched the back of his head. “Really?” She beamed. He nodded and reached for the package he placed on her nightstand earlier. “Since we don’t know the gender yet, I picked a unisex colour.“ He said as he handed her the bag. Annie looked into the red gift bag, and she came across a medium-size rectangular box. She opened it and came in contact with the cutest baby sneakers she has ever seen. “Awww, it’s so beautiful. I love it.” She said as she admired the Nike made unisex snickers.

Her breath caught. She immediately wished she hadn’t opened the lid. Inside was a swimsuit—but barely. An oxblood-dark bikini. It was made up of slender, silky ropes that twisted and knotted in a design that promised to cover the bare minimum. It was artful, daring, and utterly, profoundly scandalous. Her ears felt hot. “Roman…” she started, then stopped, staring harder. “This is—this is not normal swimwear.” She swallowed. “It's purely ropes pretending to be fabric.”

The older witch, the head spoke, “We examined their claws just like you asked and we found a bit of magic like venom inside them" Marcus stood straight in shock, “Venom?" The witch nodded her head, "Venom alpha, we also found some of it in him, his body, blood and soul”

When the final roar of the shadow cut through the night and faltered, when the forest itself seemed to exhale at the cessation of its threat, Kenneth pulled me against him fully, arms wrapping around my body, chest to chest, lips brushing mine in a kiss that was not born of fear but of desire, intimacy, and the recognition that the tether between us had become absolute, unbreakable, and eternal, and in that press of his body, in the warmth and gravity of his presence, I felt a profound clarity, a pulse of love, trust, and survival that tethered us irrevocably, a bond that had been forged in fire and blood, sharpened in chaos, and now burned brightly in the night as an unassailable truth that

That’s when I finally pick up my phone to a message from an unknown number. Attached is a picture of a woman’s torso holding a baby. My stomach shrinks. I recognise that baby. That’s my baby.

I screamed as my chest seared. My vision blurred. Flames raced up my arms, my neck, and my spine. The bond flipped like a blade in reverse, cutting from his soul back into mine. I fell to the ground. Hands spasming. My magic, trying to pull itself apart. And then— Thorne tackled me to the floor, muttering something in the Old Tongue. His voice cut through the fire. The bond pulsed once more— Then dimmed. Not broken. Not healed. Just… scarred.