Binding 13 Audiobook Novels & Stories

The magic that had been threatening to tear the villa apart now hummed contentedly beneath Audrey's skin. "Oh my god," Audrey breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. "I can feel all of you. Everything. Your emotions, your wolves, even where you are in relation to me." "The Three-Bond," Theo murmured, pressing a kiss to her marked shoulder. "We're connected now. For life." Luca moved closer, his hand finding mine on Audrey's waist. "How do you feel, princess?" "Overwhelmed. Perfect. Terrified. Complete." She laughed, the sound slightly hysterical. "Is it always going to be this intense?"

He pulled out the book and handed it over to Audrey. Audrey placed her hands on the cover of the book, tracing it surface. The moment she opened it, Audrey realized the text were written in Greek and using her knowledge, she knew she could easily assimilate what is written. "What are you looking for by the way?" Martin asked, curiousity taking over his entire state of mind. Audrey looked up at him from the book and for a moment she wondered if it was ideal to tell him. "Have you ever heard of Alpha Brian?" Audrey asked and from the look on Martin's face, he seemed not to have heard of the great Alpha.

“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes,” Dominic said into his phone. “Location?” Austin asked him. Austin liked to claim his heritage as Scandinavian since he’d been born in Norway. He was a big man, bulky, and stoic-looking. He had shoulder length dark blonde hair and a wild beard that he never trimmed or tamed. Dominic knew that underneath the untamed look, Austin was a bookworm, an intellectual, and a person whose loyalty knew no bounds. He rarely questioned Dominic’s decisions, and he kept the other men in line.

They tumble across the ground, Ethan snarling as claws tear into his shoulder. The bond between us screams. I crawl toward him, sobbing, pain and fury blinding me. “Get away from him!” The hound lifts its head. Looks at me. And smiles. Interface proximity achieved, it intones. Initiating binding. Chains of light and shadow lash out, wrapping around my arms, my throat, my spine. I scream as the faultline convulses violently, power surging and collapsing in the same instant. The Crown panics. The Reverent strains.

Pain became light. Light became sound. And sound became Aria. I was aware of her before I was aware of myself—her voice cutting through the roar inside my head, her hands gripping my shoulders as if she could anchor me to the world by force alone. “Killian—stay with me. Please. Don’t you dare leave me.” I tried to answer her. I tried to breathe. The binding tore through me in waves, not like a blade, but like fire poured directly into my veins. The light from the basin had wrapped around my chest, threading into my ribs, my spine, my heart—claiming space that had never belonged to it before.

The convergence would come when the alignment completed. Marina had told Isabella ninety seconds from full white to the moment absorption became irreversible. What Marina hadn’t told Isabella — what Marina had told me, quietly, in the two minutes we’d had alone in the passage before everything else — was what initiating the reversal actually felt like from the inside. Like drowning, the old knowledge said. Marina had been more specific. Like drowning while something tries to turn you inside out, she’d said. The binding fights the reversal with everything it has because the binding exists to channel the energy outward. Reversing the channel is the most direct violation of what the binding was

On their way to the mansion, the drive was quiet as everyone was on their thoughts. Then a few minutes later, after not being been able to hold the silence anymore, Alexa suddenly say with with a look of disgust on her face, “I swear,” Alexa began with a dramatic voice and continued, “if my brother had a brain cell, he would still lose it in his own pocket, cause he so dumb”. Saying this, she hit the steering wheel hard as if she was imagining herself hitting Nathan.

Luna suddenly asked and I stared at her in confusion, “Didn't you hear? That was the name he said before he went into shock.” How would I know that? I was a child when Zion was grown. Come to think of it, he was pointing at someone but I don't know who he was pointing at and mentioning the name Shelia, that didn't sit right. “You know, your brother can't be talking about my wife Sheila, your brother has been in that state for twelve years,” Damian defended when he realized I was staring at him. I didn't even care to listen to what he was saying because I was staring unconsciously.

Keeping his eyes closed and audibly fighting to control his voice, he says, “I need you to stop talking. Now.” “No—” I sit up and push one of his shoulders but he holds his position, “how are you able to do this? How can you be one person 1 second and someone else the next?!” “I am trying so hard to give you autonomy but how can I do that when you act insane?!” His voice starts fumingly calm but raises as he speaks, “I have an emergency to deal with, I need to go.” “Fine.” I throw the blanket off myself and stand up. “I’ll go with you.”

"If he doesn't wake up, then just let him sleep more, alright? He'll wake up when he's rested enough." "No, Mom, but… the doctor said Dad went to heaven and won't ever wake up again. Mom, come save him!" Leroy's voice broke into sobs, and then Timothy's voice came through the phone. "Ms. Jorian, please come back. I'm not lying; your husband has passed away—" "Enough. Niels is really regressing. He must have become mentally twisted from being homebound. Why else would he get you to help him fabricate something so ridiculous?"