Bound By Honor Series Novels & Stories

Viktor started. "Family honor?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Let me tell you what honor looks like."I stopped behind Dmitri's chair and put my good hand on his shoulder. "Honor is fifteen years of loyalty. Honor is never questioning orders, never asking for more money, never complaining about danger." I looked around the table. "Honor is not blood relatives who think they deserve power just because they share my grandfather's DNA." "Blood matters," Viktor said stubbornly. "Family matters. Tradition matters."

When a disgraced heir becomes the target of a deadly conspiracy, his only hope is the cold blooded mercenary hired to protect him a man whose touch is as dangerous as the enemies closing in. **** Julian Valerius has everything wealth, power, and a legacy and nothing. As the heir to the Valerius empire, he has spent his life living in a gilded cage, sheltered from the brutal reality of his family's dangerous business dealings. But when a shadow conspiracy begins to unravel from within his own household, Julian's world shatters, leaving him exposed to enemies he never knew existed. Kaelen Thorne: a mercenary with ice in his veins and a reputation for being as ruthless as he is effective. Hir

I locked my emerald eyes directly onto the defiant warrior, letting the cold, absolute certainty of my survival wrap around my words. "You speak of honor, warrior, yet you defend a traitor who traded your border schedules to the Moonlight Pack," I stated, my tone dropping into an icy frequency that froze the murmurs in the crowd. "Britney Harrison didn't act out of pride. She acted out of greed. She allowed the rogue vanguard to breach the inner ring of this very estate while your brothers were fighting at the southern border. She gave them my location, and she ordered your own men to stand down while the matriarch was assaulted."

"Go to sleep, Sir Parsley." There's no time for romance in her life. She could die any time with her line of work and with the last of her conscience, she'd like to not leave a scar on anyone's life when she dies. The Kingdom of Caelum is the only reason why she lives to this day — until it falls, she'll be there to fall with it. She's bound to her honor for the Kingdom.

“We’re in control now. And you’re done.” Damian joined her, his presence commanding, his voice steady. “Together,” he said. “Nothing can stop us when we face it as one.” The tension reached a crescendo. Operatives faltered, Nancy’s confidence wavering as the undeniable bond between Damian and Amaya radiated strength. Every move they made was precise, every action coordinated, every glance filled with unspoken love and trust. Finally, Nancy realized she was cornered. Her plans lay in ruins, her operatives scattered, and the bond she had underestimated—the bond between Damian and Amaya—proved unbreakable.

I stayed completely still, letting her have whatever the moment required. She stood eventually, walked to the window with arms at her sides rather than crossed, which I'd learned meant something beyond defense. Something that had gone past the need for armor into a place where armor no longer covered what needed covering. "She sold him," Sophia said. Not a question, not even grief yet. Just the bare fact of it, stated plainly into the dark city below. "That's what the documents show," I said. She stood at the window for a long time. I didn't move, didn't speak, didn't try to manage it. I just stayed.

It's like he's trying to brush it off, but it's obvious that something serious is going down. After several hours, Damien finally blurted out, "Yes, the party continues." I could hear a collective sigh of relief from the senator, and a murmur began to rise among the crowd. It seemed like everyone was on edge, and the tension was finally starting to ease a bit though not for me, I felt traumatized. And right at that moment, the brown-haired guy stepped forward and whispered something to Damien. His gaze remained fixed on Alexander, who was desperately fighting to free himself from the clutches of this monstrous husband of mine. I could feel the intense hatred radiating from the brown-haired g

He crossed the room in two strides, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him. “Honor doesn’t win wars,” he said, his voice deadly quiet. “Power does. And I have power, Irwin. More than you can imagine. Dorian can’t protect you, not from me.... If at all he's alive out there ....The sooner you realize that, the better.”

“Sold her to her uncle and took off.” Honor had heard every version of this story. She was illegitimate, she was abandoned, she was unwanted, nobody had ever wanted her, her mother was this, her father was that. She’d built up significant immunity. She found the dropped book, straightened carefully, and prepared to leave. “I heard,” Aaron said, louder now, warming to it, playing to the small crowd that had materialized the way crowds always do around cruelty, “that she’s sleeping with her drunk uncle. They’ve got that whole thing going on up there in the woods. My dad says—”

she stammered, fear evident in every syllable. Helen smiled softly, the warmth a mask for the threat beneath. “Lenora,” she said, voice gentle yet laced with menace. “May I come in?” Without waiting for an invitation, Helen stepped past her, taking command of the room. Carter lingered in the doorway, silent and watchful. “I came to speak with you,” Helen said calmly. “About loyalty, about obedience, and about understanding boundaries.” Lenora’s hands clasped together, her voice quivering. “Please… Helen, I’ve done enough. I—”