Bound For Home Book Novels & Stories

' Her dad asked ‘ a friend encouraged me to read something I would not normally read’ she replied absent mindedly, touching a few books until she stopped and pulled a book out. The ground shook as the book opened itself shaking off it's possessor with a strong wind The roof of the house creaked from the force of the wind She looked on amazed at the events unfolding before her the home she had for 10 years turned to chaos by the wind coming off from the book yet she could not stop looking at it

I stood up after taking a large gulp of water, grabbing my books. "Where are you going?" Adele questioned. I glanced at my roommate. The new information she had given me was swirling in my mind, and I needed to think. "To the library," I told Adele. "But–" I did not wait to hear the rest of Adele's protest before turning on my heels. The library looked like some sort of dome, I noticed as I made my way in. Books lined the shelves in different categories. I reached for the shelves tagged Spell Books on Curses and took out one that caught my eye.

The runes along the cover shimmered faintly before dimming, content to rest. I placed the book back on the shelf carved directly into the tree’s inner wall. There was no urgency in my movement, only knowing. The kind that settles into your bones, ancient and absolute. I stepped out from my dwelling, the threshold vanishing behind me as bark and branch grew together once more. The forest always kept my secrets.

Not weakness. Hope.

But tonight was different. Tonight, when her mouth met his, it wasn’t a blaze—it was an anchor. Steady. Rooted. He breathed her in—pine and steel and the faint edge of something he couldn’t name, something sharp on his tongue—and it struck him harder than any wound: this was home. Not a place. Not a pack. Her. He remembered the first time he’d noticed her scent in Crescent’s camp—fainter then, threaded with the uncertainty of a wolf who didn’t quite believe she belonged. Now it filled him whole, threaded into his veins until he couldn’t separate where his wolf ended and hers began.

Astrid stepped closer to Mindy and took the little girl’s hand gently. Astrid took Mindy’s hands and heaved a sigh “I’m sorry I said all those things about you” she said “What things?” I asked and I almost felt like bashing my head against the nearest wall. Me and my darn big mouth. Why did I just have to talk? Astrid’s eyes moved down to the little spell book in my hand. “What sort of book is that?” she asked and tried to touch it but I snatched my hand away. “It’s none of your business!” I exclaimed and she only looked even more suspicious.

Finley Age nineteen I had just finished moving the last of my things in my dorm room. I sold most of what I had in my apartment. I still wasn't sure how I was going to do this. Konner had called me several times and tried to send me money, but I had refused him. I had to be a big girl and figure this out on my own. I thought about going to the physical therapy office to see if they had any openings, but I also thought that might not be appropriate. I wasn't really sure. I wasn't prepared for the real world, that is for sure.

I found my way to the library, hoping to read up on the mate bond. Thick leather bounded books filled the heavy oak shelves. Hundreds written on the instant bond at 18. only one of the other sides of bonding. I picked the book up before finding a secluded area. I pulled my knees against my chest as I began reading.

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I muttered and shuffled toward the library in search of the tan leather-bound book. Atticus’s library was enormous and the shelves of books also housed different magical artifacts on display. I was warned to not mess with them until I understood their properties. Searching everywhere I was growing frustrated. Heading down the last book case I growled. Not having any luck locating the book I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and raised my arms “Room of my family's bloodline please allow me to enter by showing me the book for your entrance!” Opening my eyes and tilting my head I heard movement down the row of shelving. Going toward the sound I see a tan book sticking out on the bottom shelf.