Bound Of Honor Novels & Stories

He seemed to be anxious about something. "Your highness. We should get our army ready now. Our boundaries have been invaded." He reported.

We must protect our pack's honor and show that we are a force to be reckoned with. Adrian's tone hardened, his voice commanding. “Honor doesn't mean we become isolated. It means we navigate the complexities of our world with wisdom and strength. We must find a balance between strength and diplomacy. This boundary line is a small sacrifice for the security and prosperity of our pack.” Amelia's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with defiance. “I refuse to compromise our pack's integrity for the sake of fleeting alliances. We can find other ways to ensure our safety. I won't be part of this decision, Adrian. We cannot afford to show weakness.”

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.

The creak of the hinges echoed in the room, mingling with the faint rustle of the wind outside. "The most basic of these bonds is the temporary oath. It’s a simple agreement, a symbolic gesture of protection. It lets others know that the person bearing the mark is under the protection of someone within the Cross empire. Temporary, reversible, and easy to erase," he explained, his voice calm but laced with authority.

“It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done Ella. When I found out, I was insecure; I was scared, afraid that I’m going to lose this one too. That’s why I never told anyone except my husband. I want to reveal it when I’m sure he or she is out of danger.” “This was why I made silly excuses whenever you invited me over. Please forgive me. I need my best friend now more than ever.” She apologized sincerely. “Make sure this is the last time you keep anything away from me.” She warned and Annie nodded. “I forgive you because of this little cutie.” She said as she pointed to Annie’s bump which was covered in a magical jacket. “Don’t you think you are being a little unfair?” Annie pouted. Ella asked,

In the post-midnight hours, George and Shrey were going back to George's home when suddenly George's car abruptly halted its progress, slinging Shrey against the center console with bone jarring force, about to hit her head in the exact same way it hit her weeks ago. But, she was shielded in no time by George's potent hand. "Shrey, are you okay?"

" From the rack to his side, he grabbed another practice sword and spun it in a brutal arc that would have decapitated any opponent dumb enough to stand in its path. Before striking a stone pillar and breaking into pieces, the sword slashed through space. Marcus! Sir Barrett advanced, his face resolute. "This is not you talking." This is the tie making you mad with protective instincts you cannot react to." Marcus turned toward his pack, the other knights who had accompanied him across three years of war, and said, "Isn't it? Because it feels like me." It seems like everything I have ever desired to feel but restrained by obligation and honor and all the other shackles we entwine ourselves w

I lie there, stunned, eyes blinking against the light. Liora’s boots appear beside me. “That,” she says, “was twice as powerful as yesterday.” “I didn’t mean to—” “No, but you felt too much. And Vessel magic doesn’t care what you mean. It reacts to your truth.” I sit up, chest heaving. My claws are still out. “I saw him again,” I whisper. Liora sighs, she doesn't ask who. “You’re bonded,” she says. “Even without a ritual, your souls are tangled. And that makes you a threat to yourself, and to the pack.”

“It’s restricted, Boss. Only captains—” Dino’s laugh was low, jagged. “Restricted?” He moved in, slow, until he stood between them. His shadow swallowed me whole. “You stoppin’ her means you stoppin’ me. That what you tryin’ to do? Block me in my own fuckin’ house?” Both men froze. Neither breathed. “Besides, I remember the orders I gave,” he walked close and stood before me. “She can go anywhere except outside, she can get anything except a gun.”

I say, “Explain the thing that you shoved into my blood without asking permission for.” He sighs as he turns back to watch his men load the cars with everything they need, and doesn't look back as he explains. "The blood oath is a control system, and commands can run both ways. Orders are passed down from one bondmate to another, with restraints triggered when someone disobeys. Pain loops correct behavior, and it has a habit of ensuring loyalty.” The bond hums under my skin as if it knows it's being talked about. I hate the feeling of it.