Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

Adrian exhaled quietly. “That’s new,” he murmured. She didn’t respond. Because she felt it too. That shift. Small— but critical. The first time it had restricted itself. The fracture pulsed again. Stronger now. Reacting. Resisting. Because this— This went against its core directive. Preserve order at any cost. And now— The cost was being defined. Bounded. Restricted. That wasn’t something it accepted easily. LIMITATION CREATES VULNERABILITY Her pulse ticked up.

“You are losing control. I can feel it.” My wolf spirit surged in response. My vision sharpened and my heartbeat slowed dangerously. “Do not test me,” I warned. “Someone has to,” she said. “Because while you play strategist, you are forgetting what vengeance demands.” At that word, something inside me cracked. It was vengeance. It had lived in me for years. It had shaped every decision I made after the massacre. I had not forgotten every moment of alliance, compromise or restraint. I had not forgotten. Instead I had refined it all

The boundary wasn’t just reacting, it was resisting. The vampire lunged again, more aggressive now, trying to force space where there was none. Callan met him head-on. This time when they collided, the impact carried weight. The guardians moved as one, tightening around him, driving him backward step by step. “Now!” Anders snapped. They pushed. Not just physically, but toward the boundary itself. And when the vampire hit it again, it didn’t flex. It rejected him. The force snapped him backward across the line, throwing him into the darkness beyond the trees. Silence followed. Brief. Sharp.

“And that’s why. I won’t give up on you either. Tell me, what do you need? I will arrange it, my brother. Let me help you too.” I stared at the photograph, the love crystal-clear. But the venom in my veins was too potent. The grief had mutated into a vengeful monster that demanded blood for blood. “Think, Zayne. That woman is already far from your reach. But, revenge isn’t.” And I had my answer ready. “Put a bounty on her,”

If he’d lost her. The red haze covered his vision again as he looked at the people behind her. He’d ordered them to stay, and they’d fallen to their knees. They shook visibly, their eyes glued to their fallen comrades. Gina was among them. The woman was still grieving her parents but should not have gotten involved with Zach. The consequences were on her. He would defend what was his until the day he died. A growl came from deep within him, from the place his vengeance lay, and made the traitors whimper and lower their gazes.

The words settled over them like a death knell, heavy, undeniable, inescapable. Lucien’s jaw flexed, golden eyes blazing with promise. Around him, the pack growled as one, a thunderous chorus of rage. Oaths were sworn in guttural tones, claws raking across palms and blood smeared on the marble in ancient ritual. Vengeance was no longer just a vow—it was law, etched in the blood that stained their floors and their hearts. Zaria’s arms tightened around the trembling child. She pressed her lips to the girl’s hair, whispering words only the child could hear. “He will never touch you again. Not while I breathe.”

I could feel it searing into me but I didn’t stop. “All Father, I bind this contract with Vár willingly. I sacrifice my blood for this oath. Give me the strength of Magni to sate my taste for Váli's revenge. Grant me Hiln's protection. Give me Forseti's justice in the form of her death. I beg of Freya to let me see the way.” I made a cut on the palm of my hand and then I bound the wound with the scarf. If I saw her, the gods had granted me the vengeance I wanted. If they guided me to her, I had their permission to kill her without any repercussions.

The man who had also lost a woman he loved, a woman who had died for a cause she believed in. She stumbled towards him, her body shaking, and collapsed into his arms. Dante, his rage momentarily forgotten, simply held her. He felt her frail, trembling body, the raw fear and pain emanating from her, and his grip tightened, a silent promise of vengeance. Her escape was a brutal, scarring journey. She was alive, but barely. She had lost her innocence, her naiveté, and now, Bianca, the only true ally she had ever known in this dangerous world. But in Bianca’s sacrifice, Amara had found something she had been desperately searching for all along: a purpose. A purpose fueled by grief, guilt, and a

“I hereby request the Alpha and the Future Luna to pledge their love and loyalty to each other as I, on behalf of the goddess bind you together for life.” I turned to the side to face Vance, slowly raising my head where my eyes met his. Even without us touching I could feel the sparks and tingles that spread through me whenever he was around. I averted my eyes now to watch Vance as he took my hand and held it to his while Elder Jacob started to bind our wrists together with a black rope, which symbolized the color of the pack.

He growled. I sneered at him with a smirk and he squeezed my throat tighter. I gasped for breaths, clawing at his hands. “My loyalty will always be with her because I will not mate with you out of love. I will mark you out of revenge. To regain what’s needed to avenge what my Moratia went through! To regain what’s important for my vengeance. I’ll not let my heart be stained and that is why I will absorb my heart only once I have claimed the Bond.”