Bound Stories Novels & Stories

Each generation building on previous generations' work, solving different problems, asking different questions, making different mistakes. Infinite work across infinite generations. Just like Aurora had written. Just like she'd accepted. Just like she'd trusted would happen. The work was never finished. But meaningful transformation had occurred. Was occurring. Would continue occurring. That was enough. More than enough. Everything. THE END To everyone who stepped into the shadows of Ashwick with Sera and Lucien thank you. Blood Bound began as a story about enemies, curses, and centuries of hatred, but somewhere along the way, it became a story about choice. The choice to question what we’ve

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.”

Dante Pov The pain in my side was a dull, heavy roar that made every step feel like walking through wet cement. I stumbled, my boot catching on an old tree root, and my hand flew to my ribs. When I pulled my fingers away, they were slick with fresh, dark blood. My stitches were popping. I could actually feel the thread tearing through my skin under my shirt. "Dante, stop! Just stop!"

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."

We spent more and more time with Dan and Lissa, and I had fast developed a strong bond with Dan's girlfriend. We spent most weekends with them, and those we didn't, I talked to Lissa regularly. Dan and Brett joked about how dependent we'd become on each other, but the truth was, I had really connected with her. She knew just about all there was to know about me, except what happened with Will. She knew the gist of it but didn't have any details. Even after all these years, sharing his story still felt like a violation, so when his name came up, I only spoke of the wonderful things about him. When I told people he had passed away, no one ever questioned how, they just said they were sorry. Li

Luciana asked. "Lycans? There should be few here, I guess. I have not seen any one in particular, but I know you can get books on almost everything on this library. Every creatures that ever existed were written about. Some are true stories, some are just myths and legends. I believe you have the wisdom to know the difference." Luciana and Freya looked at each other. They didn't know anything about lycans. How would they be able to differentiate between real stories and myths.

(And still I don't want a title of 'God'). The wide lap of this eternal sky is the shelter of every homeless and hopeless soul of the Ard. And that kid was also one of them, and I was interested in what if I cuddle his life with the huddles of lies. I narrated his life as a fact and people believe in it as a myth.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

It was such a bitter experience for everyone in the building as we had to keep up with the death toll and get ready to take our revenge on the Black men Mafia. “What about the guns I asked you to get from the Mexicans?” I asked, turning slightly to face him. “I would do that by next week, you know they don’t operate at midnights, just like us, but I promise you, boss, there’s nothing going wrong this time, I’ll make sure I stick to my own part of the bargain.” I heard a voice from afar and it was that of Vanessa. She called. “Massimo! My brother!” As she ran and gave me a hug. I could feel her heart beat so fast as she shed tears.