Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

It wasn’t love. It was an alliance of vengeance. And it would be unstoppable.

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.

"I want you to stop treating her like a pawn in your twisted game. She's not her father, Alessio. She doesn't deserve this." I took a sip of my whiskey, the burn of it grounding me. "And what about me? Do I deserve what happened to my parents? To our family?" Sofia flinched, her expression softening. "That was different." "Was it?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like the Morettis destroyed everything we had. And now, I'm just returning the favour." She shook her head, her eyes filled with something I couldn't quite place. "This isn't justice, Alessio. It's revenge. And it's going to destroy you."

“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.

The image before me seared with a hot, burning anger that ran through my veins. The chains rattled as Freya lifted her head, her eyes widening in shock. "Brother!" she screamed out, her voice breaking with emotion. Roy's gaze met mine. He bowed his head in submission. "Alpha." I clenched my fists. To see them like this. helpless, bound, imprisoned. it broke something inside of me. This is *Liam's* doing. That son of a. I would kill him for this. I would *tear him apart.*