Bound By Love Novels & Stories

Elena catches it, "I needed a husband five years ago, Alexander, I needed you to show up, to see me, to love me, but you didn't." "I do now," I say, the truth raw, "I see you now, Elena, I love you." She stares at me as if I've slapped her, "That's not love, Alexander, that's possession." "It's not," I insist. A man walks past us, the same man from inside. He glances at Elena, "Everything okay, Elena?" She knows his name, she smiles at him, "Everything's fine, Robert, thank you." Robert, the man has a name, the jealousy roars back.

The baker took the bread out and placed it on a windowsill to cool. It was a small thing. But it was a crack in the perfect grey. Morpheus stared at it, his expression unreadable. "Then I met Ashiel," Liora continued. She told him of the protector with the burning touch. The forbidden attraction. The desperate, dangerous love that grew in the shadow of destiny. She spoke of the Bloodbound Oath, of shared pain and shared strength. Ashiel stepped forward. He didn't speak. He simply looked at Morpheus, and let the god feel the truth of his love for Liora. It was a fierce, stubborn, immortal love. It was not quiet. It was a storm of its own.

It wasn't just a courtesy; it was a fundamental pillar of safety and respect. “It feels…like love,” I whispered before I could stop myself, surprised by the word that had escaped my lips. It wasn't romantic love, not in the traditional sense, but a deep, selfless caring that transcended simple affection. Victor’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, a warm vibration against my cheek. “It is a form of love. Not always romantic, but always caring. You give someone control over you or take control of someone. That bond requires responsibility, a profound sense of duty. We nurture it. We protect it.” His words resonated deeply, confirming the unspoken truth I had begun to perceive in this place.

“The room was thick with his scent now. A scent that was supposed to be impossible. Moonlight. And bloodroot. My body howled for him. But my soul… knelt. ‘If you don’t want me,’ I whispered, voice hoarse, ‘I’ll die with the wanting. But I won’t take what you don’t offer.’ I said solemnly. Wanting him to understand that he doesn't have to share his first heat cycle with me. The fact that we marked each other does not necessarily mean we can make love.

He tried to reach for me again but this time I spoke. “Don’t…” I choked out, my throat burned like it was full of smoke. “Don’t touch me.” He froze. “Ari, baby, listen I…” “Stop talking.” But he continued. “You need to understand, this isn’t what it looked like.” “Then what is it!” I finally cracked. “What could you possibly say to justify what you just did!” “It’s not like I don’t love you Aria, I really do, but…you’re not the woman you used to be.”

Heart pounding against heart. The final charge was coming. And whatever happened next would either break them forever or bind them in ways neither could escape.

Silver spoke as he walked forward, vanishing into the foggy mind. I walked behind him, somehow scared of my own soul space. An ordinary creature's soul space soul be filled with the things in their heart. Mine was an endless sea of fog all around me. “The lovers' bond is a restriction that makes it incapable to truly fall in love. If you do fall in love, your life force gets automatically bonded to your lovers which means if she …wait what?” Silver's words immediately took a turn I did not see coming. What does he mean incapable of loving?

“I know we aren’t bound by blood but—” “No, don’t even finish what you were going to say,” he claims. “I won’t let you. You’re my sister, Ada, and Paul? He was your father. We’re bound by more than blood. What does blood even mean? Look at Harry. Damson. Look at the shits they’ve become.” I nod, a bitter taste filling my mouth. I wish I could spit it out. “You’re right.”

"Goddess, why is it that our love transcends the boundaries of our supernatural beings? What purpose does such a union serve in the grand tapestry of existence?" The goddess smiled, her eyes filled with a timeless wisdom. "Love, my children, is a force that knows no bounds, no limitations imposed by the constructs of mortal or supernatural realms. It is a cosmic energy that weaves through the very fabric of existence, uniting souls in ways that defy the expectations of the worlds they inhabit."

It was paradoxical—the more tightly she was bound, the freer she seemed to feel. As their lips met once more, Carver felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude flood over him. In that singular, electric moment, what resounded the most was a sense of deep, unconditional love. A love that honored boundaries even as it pushed them. That reveled in the beauty of the known and the thrilling mystery of the yet-to-be-discovered.