Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

"Revenge isn't free. It’s a debt paid in blood and submission. You think you’re tough because you survived a cheating boyfriend? “You’re a wolf-less girl in a world of monsters. Without me, Agatha will have you back in Harold’s bed by morning." I looked at the ice in his blue eyes. I was terrified of him, but I was more terrified of going back to being the girl who cried while others took everything from her. "I want him ruined," I whispered, my voice thick with a thirst for vengeance. "I want to see the moment he realizes he lost everything to the man he hates most." "Then sign your soul over to the Reaper," Horace murmured. He traced the line of my jaw with his thumb, forcing me to meet hi

My pendant cracked again in my fist, and a thin line of light leaked out—like it was dying, or waking. Vesper moved first, lunging toward the cageborn with a knife in each hand. “Kill it before it—” The cageborn shot forward faster than thought, slamming into her legs and knocking her off balance. Vesper hit the floor hard, rolling, swearing. Dax surged, but the covenant tether snapped tight like a warning, making my mark burn with sudden pain. The bond between us wasn’t just a link. It was a rule. Protect him. Or suffer. Dax hissed, staggered, and for a split second Mara’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“If vengeance is the fire you need, then we’ll carry it together. Their blood will be answered. I’ll be at your side for every step.” For a moment, the hardness in her chest cracked. The grief and love and rage she had kept carefully coiled loosened. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his, the motion small and intimate. Tears seeped hot and unwanted down her cheeks. His callused palm threaded into the nape of her hair, cradling the back of her head as if to anchor her to the living. They stayed like that, two scarred things bound by a fragile, ferocious oath, until the dawn rose higher and the cottage filled with a pale, deliberate light.

That law hadn’t been spoken in over a century. Under Blood-Bound Sanctuary, the Alpha binds his authority and lifeforce to the protected individual. Any harm against them is an act of war against him directly. It was irreversible. And dangerous. “Think carefully—” Marris started. “I have,” Rex said, his voice ringing like iron on iron. “From this moment forward, Isabella is bound to Blackthorn by my blood. Any who move against her move against me.” The symbols flared white-hot. And somewhere deeper in the mountain, something answered.

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

“Thane, you and I can’t kill a white wolf. No one can unless they’re willing to endure a life long curse… they say it’s because white wolves are sacred. Well, turns out, it takes something sacred to kill something sacred.” I felt like the blood had drained from my face and everything went cold. “Vanessa.” I spoke in s low voice. Her eyes met mine. “It’s forged by only the most pure metals, pure steel… it’s the only thing that can kill her without repercussions. They assured me, Thane.” My eyes widened. “Vanessa what the hell?” I asked sharply as what she was implying seemed to fully register in my mind. I stared into her eyes but all I could see was a sick and twisted determination.

It was a testament to the strength of our bond, forged through love and shared experiences. But Marcus's henchmen were no pushovers. They fought with a relentless ferocity, driven by their loyalty to their sinister leader. They were determined to protect Marcus at all costs, and the battle grew increasingly brutal. One of Marcus's henchmen, a massive and heavily scarred werewolf, charged at Max with a primal roar. I felt a surge of power welling up within me, a response to the imminent threat to my family. With an ear-piercing scream that cut through the chaos of the battlefield, and I tapped into the full extent of my abilities.

“Perhaps. Yet even I never heard his thoughts as you do. That bond is new… dangerous.” Mira frowned. “Bond? You mean this voice-thing?” Seraphina’s image flickered. “It is a curse that binds souls tethered by unresolved fate. The more affection grows, the farther the distance extends. If you grow too close, you may disappear entirely.” “Disappear—like die again disappear?” “Yes.” Mira stared. “Fantastic. Love him and poof. Don’t love him and he hates me. Excellent options.” --- A knock jolted her out of the mirror conversation.

“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.”

“You hurt her, carved your fucking initials into her flesh. You didn’t break her, Alejandro, you made her vengeance stronger.” Gage spat in his face and walked back to the workbench. Alejandro was heaving, great sobs tearing from his chest. Gage picked up the baton and walked over to Anya. He kissed her again, his hand fisting her hair. He jerked his hips against her and she gripped his erection over his jeans and tightened her hold. Gage grunted and pulled away from her slowly and turned back to face Alejandro. His eyes locked on the man and he looked down at the blood on the plastic sheet.