Bound By Honor Series Novels & Stories

"Get your brother home within seven days. Do that, and then I can think about your request." "Who the fuck are you?" "Lucas. Or you can simply call me Stranger." The hitman’s expression tightened as he listened to the recording. His eyes remained fixed on the phone, but I could see the tension slowly building in his face. "If you can return Elias to me before anyone else gets to him, I promise you your father's empire." "Oh, you mean that man who speaks entirely in parables?" The moment those words played, his head snapped toward me. His eyes locked onto mine with such intensity that the amusement on my face almost disappeared.

He hesitates for half a second, then scrambles to his feet. “I will help you,” I say. Relief hits him like a wave. His shoulders sag, his breath shaking. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I swear, I will repay you, I will do anything”. “You will do nothing,” I cut in. He freezes. “This is not charity,” I continue. “This is business.” That is the truth he can understand. I turn to my men. “Prepare a team. We move in one hour.” The room comes alive instantly.

"You are Sabrina Parks?" "I'm not one to do introductions. I could take you to Spain." "Sabrina," I snapped, "get out." "You seem bolder now. How dare you snatch him away from me?" She played with her purse, closing and opening it continuously. "I didn't. Whatever happened, you caused it," Isabella walked away slowly, trying not to be the third wheel. "Why did you come here?" "Do you know Alexander killed someone in Hong Kong?" She smiled, a devilish one. "Heard he pushed her, and she hit her fragile head on the glass and died."

He pauses, his eyes flickering up to meet mine and the corner of his mouth twitches up as he says, “In fact, we should show him what we do to those that make a mockery of us.” He moves slowly, I know it’s intentional. He wants to cause me fear, he wants me to be terrified of him. Blade moves out from behind me and comes in front of me. His father may be tall, but Blade is a few inches taller and his presence is much more demanding. Julian stops moving as he sees how his son is protecting me. He snaps, “What do you think you’re doing?” “Raya is innocent in all of this. You will not harm her.”

Within seconds, the man fell to the floor, lifeless, his body sprawled across the room. It was then that I noticed the other men in the hall. All eyes were fixed on Vincent, staring at him with heavy looks of judgment and respect. The tallest among them, with a dark aura, green eyes, and a voice reminiscent of a dark romance character, stepped forward. Without hesitation, he knelt before Vincent, drew a small blade, and with a firm motion, cut the palm of his hand. As the blood flowed, he solemnly repeated: "Blood to enter, blood to exit. My loyalty is yours."

Her bloodline. Her mother’s face flashed in her mind. Her father’s voice— stern, yet kind. The scent of home, of safety, of a life that had been ripped away. Dead. They killed them. A bitter, burning rage twisted through her. And suddenly—something inside her snapped,something she never expected. The air around her shifted. Thickened. A strange, searing heat bloomed beneath her skin, spreading outward in pulsing waves. The wolves around her hesitated, sensing the change.

Breaking such a pact wasn't just dishonor, it was cause for war, bloodshed, extinction. My breath got hastened when I found the large, iron-bound volume simply titled Blood Bound: Oaths and Obligations of the Northern Clans. I pulled it free and settled at a heavy oak table. The cover creaked as I opened it, and I skimmed the index: “Darkhen,” it reads, “Page 312.” When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling.

Everything about them—their stillness, their posture—demanded power. The taller of the two—a man with a jagged scar cutting down his cheek—strode toward her father, slumped in his chair, oblivious. “Dad!” Catalina exclaimed as the scarred man grabbed her father by the arm and yanked him to his feet. Her father barely fought the man’s relentless hold, blinking in bewilderment, panic flitting across his face. Catalina moved without thinking. The second man grasped her wrists in an iron grip, blocking her as she hurried forward.

It was a gift she didn't freely give and one I would honor. Annie's first boyfriend, Will-he was our connection. I didn't know how, and it wasn't a literal connection but rather an emotional one, and it centered around his death. Their story was heartbreaking. High school sweethearts, abuse damaging both of them, his lashing out at her, her acceptance of it-to anyone else it would be a horrible Hallmark after school special against domestic and child abuse-but reading between the lines, her inner turmoil was far deeper than just the surface level question of why she never left. Annie didn't provide any details surrounding his death, and I didn't ask for them. When she was ready to share them

I cut myself off, unable to complete the question out of pure shock. “You have found your soul, my daughter. We are one.” “Is the story of the Honor race true?” I diverted the topic as I tried to wrap my head around the bombshell she just dropped. “Indeed it is.” Her voice turned serious, “You will be faced with many obstacles my daughter, many of which will threaten not only your existence, but that of the world and it is up to you to remain strong and courageous in your guidance.” I felt the familiar fear creep back in, how would I lead an army against my enemy when I could barely even protect myself and my wolf?