Bound By Honor Series Novels & Stories

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She came out wearing her glasses and looking sleepily, her hair tied up in a ponytail, and wearing a worn out nightwear. Oh shit! I've been so occupied that I've forgotten to change her wardrobes. I made a mental note to do that as possible. But first thing first. I broke the news to her. “Really??” she exclaimed in relief. “Yes. My team just called to tell me that” I replied. “Who's that??” she asked. “Who is after my life?” “Troy Carrington,” I replied. “Damon Master's assistant.” “Who is Damon Masters??” she blinked rapidly.

AGNARR. I nod. The movement itself feels tedious. “Then by blood, you are bound in this unity,” Haizhar says as I hold out my hand, allowing him to make a small cut in my thumb. I raise my hand, brushing my thumb across her forehead, smearing my blood across it. Her eyes flicker with surprise and I’m certain she expected me to rub it along her lips, but no one else besides her bats an eyelid. After all, they know I have never bound myself to anyone by blood and that I never will. Only they do not know that I have already given one woman my blood.

Daniel leans forward, his voice getting that edge it gets when he's about to say something I don't want to hear. You've ignored her calls for weeks, sent her away, had your lawyer communicate like she's some business associate, and now you're surprised she found someone who actually treats her well? "I was teaching her boundaries," I defend, knowing it sounds weak. "You were punishing her for having lunch with a friend," Daniel says flatly, "and now she's moved on to dinner, and you're sitting here drunk and alone watching her location on a tracker like some obsessed stalker." "Watch it," I warn, but there's no real heat behind it because he's right and we both know it.

David finalized, banging the wall behind me. I swallowed my saliva in agitation. David grabbed my neck and I whimpered at his harsh grip. "Now where shall we begin, Your Honor." David whispered, his lips curving into a malicious grin.

Geronimo spat out a mouthful of blood. The expression on his face was extremely awful. He was a Martial Honor, and today was supposed to be a banquet to celebrate his advancement to Martial Honor. Never did he expect that he would be beaten to the point of coughing up blood by a Grandmaster like Brayden Lomax. His reputation had been completely tarnished!

Against all reason, I turned back. “I just wanted to say something, sir.” He didn’t answer, so I went on. “I’m sorry for the other day. My mum is in the hospital. They called me—it was an emergency. The driver wasn’t involved. I dragged him into my mess. Please… forgive me.” His lips curved into a humorless chuckle, hands sliding into his pockets. “You must not know anything about me.” I stayed silent, fingers twisting nervously together. “I don’t forgive,” he said, his voice low and measured. “You walk around like my rules don’t apply to you. Like you’re untouchable. Indestructible.”

"Bound by honor, sealed by sacrifice. Death to those who break faith with the family." When my turn came, my hands had shaken so violently I'd nearly dropped the blade. The cut had been shallow but sharp, the pain immediate and grounding. They'll find out eventually, I thought, my thumb still throbbing from the ritual cut. Someone will slip up, or Isabella will get careless, or my father will say something he shouldn't. And when that happens... The images from Vincent's presentation flashed through my mind with vivid clarity. What would they do to someone who'd infiltrated their most sacred ceremonies under false pretenses? Someone who'd taken their oath while lying about her very identity?

“Go home. Now.” “What the fuck, Wrath? What’s your problem?” “Do you know who the hell she is? Do you have any fucking idea what you did? She’s a Vittori!” Honor didn’t wait. She turned the corner, grabbed Arya’s arm and hurried to the door. “We need to leave.” “Okay,” Arya said, already pulling her keys from her pocket. Honor shut her door and clicked the safety belt into place. The bar door opened as Arya started the car and Grim was there, looking feral. The side of his face was bruised and blood was leaking from his split lip.

Why else would the Alpha king leave him to make the decisions? "Is there something you would like to tell us, Alice?" King Ren offered. There was resignation in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait for all this to be over. He hated that his son had been dragged into this. But well, it was customary to pay for the sins of one's ancestor. Alice shrugged. "One is bound means there is someone bound to the prince, and immune to his curse. Is she one of them?" Now it was Talon's turn to be surprised. "What are you talking about?"