Binding 13 Audiobook Novels & Stories

She thought they could clear their debts. It pains her any time she remembers that her family almost paid off the debt. It was remaining just a little, and yet they were heartlessly murdered... "Luciana." Raziel's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. He had an idea what was going through her mind. "I told you my blood can heal." He then pulled her closer, and bit his wrist until it began to bleed. "Drink. I know it's not as pleasing to humans as it is to us, but it will help heal your scars."

I looked at the matte black Audi on the road with Yohan sitting on the driver’s seat. “Come.” He told me, “I’ll drop you.” I didn’t even think about it and ran to the passenger’s seat. *** Even though I tried, I still reached the department around 11 am. I missed the first lecture but I guess that was fine. Nothing could be done about it. I entered the class room for the lecture and noticed a familiar figure sitting on one of the last row seats. I stopped as soon as I saw him. Ruda immediately noticed me too and stood up while I glared at him.

Adam rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms and Luther looks back at me eyes and says, “Go ahead, try.” I take a deep breath before attempting to do what he said. I feel abnormally cold and like I’m in someone else’s body as I tell him, “Pick up the third book on the top book shelf.” I don’t know why I chose for him to do that, I just needed to instruct him to do something, it’s not like it’ll work anyway. But then he walks, he does exactly as I’ve said and then comes back to me with the book in hand. I frown as I take it from him and I focus on releasing the grip I feel like I have on his mind. The moment I do, he takes a sharp breath.

It sounded like a giant heart beating in the mud beneath the treads. "It's matching our engine frequency," Lucas whispered, his iron-and-silver prosthetic twitching uncontrollably. "I can feel it in the gears of my arm, Audrey. It’s trying to sync with us. It’s like a song that makes you want to stop breathing and just... grow."

“My brother had barely been buried and you were standing in front of me proposing another Sterling marriage.” Veronica felt tears gathering despite everything she was doing to stop them. “You walked into my office and all I could think was that Adrian spent years loving someone who could negotiate his replacement before the ground above him had even settled.” The words hollowed her out completely. Her hand rose to her chest before she could stop it. Alden looked away after saying it, breathing harder, like the effort of speaking had finally caught up with him. After a moment, his voice became more subdued— “I want you close enough to finally understand what he felt.”

Chapter Thirteen Kendall’s POV As I dashed through the darkened woods, my heart pounding in my chest, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of twigs sent shivers down my spine, but I pushed on, driven by the desperate need to escape. My breath came in gasps as I ran, my muscles burning with exertion. I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t have a plan beyond putting as much distance between myself and Declan as possible.

" I almost laughed. He had killed me with his own hands, and now he was playing the grieving husband. Nathan shook me, his voice breaking. "Wake up. I never wanted this. You can't be dead. You can't." Gathering my body in his arms, he carried me back upstairs to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed.

“Rinse your mouth. Small sips only.” I took the bottle with shaking hands and rinsed my mouth weakly before leaning back in the seat, completely drained. My vision started to blur at the edges. The world felt distant, like I was floating away from my own body. “Emily…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I feel so weak… like life is slipping away. Everything is getting dark…” Her grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Elias, stay with me. We’re going to the hospital right now. Just hold on a little longer, okay?”

Inside, wrapped in brittle cloth and bound with a vine that had long since dried and curled into itself, sat a journal. Handwritten. The initials on the first page hit like a punch to the gut. L.T. My grandfather. “The Blood That Never Dies.” I sat on the floor and began to read. I flipped through faded entries and writings of sketches of sigils, accounts of rituals, and whispers of the old world. Then one title caught his eye. “The White Oathed.”

One that resisted my magic. The book containing the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude sat on its pedestal, it’s secrets hidden within. I conjured a pair of gloves this time around. Thick leather ones that instantly made my hands sweat. I forced open the book, fighting against the wrongness in my gut, and was blasted backwards by an ear-piercing shriek. My vision blurred around the edges, filling with black spots that blotted out the room around me. That didn’t stop me from hearing voices. Hearing dark, excited laughter spilling in from all corners.