Bound By The Past Novels & Stories

"I don’t care what she thinks. She is ours. She belongs to us. She should be in our arms, not running from us. Let’s claim her now. Mark her!" A snarl rips from my throat, shaking the walls. “And what? Lock her up until she submits? Force her? You want to repeat our past mistakes? Do you want history to repeat itself?!” My voice is laced with fury, but underneath it, there’s a raw edge—one only my wolf and I understand. He falls silent. Then, a low whine escapes him, a deep, aching pain threading through our bond. A haunting agony that makes my muscles tense. The past is something we never speak of. The past is something we drown.

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.”

he urged. I looked into his eyes, so patient and kind, and felt a lump rise in my throat. “It’s everything,” I said, my voice cracking. “The past, the future, us... It’s like I can’t let go of what’s behind me, but I’m also terrified of what’s ahead.” He nodded slowly, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “The past is hard to let go of,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “It shapes us, molds us. But it doesn’t define us, Olivia. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

It was so endearing to watch and my chest has never been this heavy. I wish my ability can make me possess my past self so I can feel it directly. However, that might cause way more problems and is too much to ask for, to change the laws of nature. The past is the past. I can only bend it so much. “We will learn this step by step and I will guide you,” she explained gently and added, “We have time.” We didn’t. I wanted to scream. There was no time.

Mirabella's Pov Most people say that the past has no effect on the future, but I strongly believe otherwise. The past, present and future are strongly connected to each other. Like the holy trinity. They're so connected in a way that one cannot thrive without the other. It is the events of the past that perfectly creates the present and it is the events of the present that gives life to the future. I know this because my past plagues me even until this day. My past is the reason I still live in misery, my past is the reason I've made very careless decisions and my past is the reason I've become the very depiction of evil.

When the final roar of the shadow cut through the night and faltered, when the forest itself seemed to exhale at the cessation of its threat, Kenneth pulled me against him fully, arms wrapping around my body, chest to chest, lips brushing mine in a kiss that was not born of fear but of desire, intimacy, and the recognition that the tether between us had become absolute, unbreakable, and eternal, and in that press of his body, in the warmth and gravity of his presence, I felt a profound clarity, a pulse of love, trust, and survival that tethered us irrevocably, a bond that had been forged in fire and blood, sharpened in chaos, and now burned brightly in the night as an unassailable truth that

“Better chained than gone.” I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell her she’d just made things worse. But even thinking about letting go of her again made my body seize in phantom pain. We were bound now. Not by choice. Not by magic alone. But by something far older. And as the night wind shifted, I felt it again—like a storm still far out at sea, gathering force. It wasn’t done with us. Not yet.

He was in control now, and there was nothing I could do to change that. As we left the banquet hall, Alessio paused at the door and turned to me. "One more thing," he said, his voice, low and dangerous. Remember, "Don't think about running. If you do, I'll make sure your father pays the price." And with that, he walked away, leaving me standing there with the weight of his words pressing down on me. My future life is no longer my own. And the worst part? There's no one to call for help.

“But it doesn’t own me. And it doesn’t own either of you.” Arthur ran a hand through his hair, disbelief etched across his face. “So what does that make us?” I took a breath. “Bound,” I said. “But not consumed. Connected—but with choice intact.” Ash shook his head faintly. “That shouldn’t be possible.” “It wasn’t,” I said. “Until it was.” The chamber groaned softly, stone cracking as the last remnants of moonlight drained away. Somewhere above us, the realm shifted—collapsing inward, sealing itself.

I already knew that. “It found her because of you.” That didn’t matter. “Fix it.” Her lips curved slightly, but there was no humour in it. “If it were that simple, we wouldn’t be here.” I stood, keeping one arm around Iris as she stayed close to me. “Then make it simple.” Lucien exhaled softly behind me. “You really don’t do patience, do you?” I ignored him. The witch’s gaze sharpened slightly. “The bond between you is unstable now,” she said. “It’s no longer bound by distance.”