Bound Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

BOUND BY THE VEIN CONTENT WARNING This novel contains material intended for mature audiences only (18+). It includes themes and scenes involving: Graphic violence Blood and feeding Sexual content Obsession and psychological manipulation Power imbalance and coercive dynamics Death and dark supernatural horror elements 🚫Reader discretion is strongly advised. COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Just then, the doors to the court swung open and a warrior stepped in, quickly lowering himself to one knee. “My Alpha,” he said urgently. “We have reports of a suspected magic user around the east border. The user was able to bring down the border gates but we are unable to identify him.” “Time to find out if you are truly worth keeping alive,” Cassian said, his gaze locking on mine. “We leave now.”

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

Looks like his sacrifices will be remembered, after all, she thought. But the heroic deeds of the Hiscoun Village defenders didn't remain in that village. It spread like wildfire throughout the continent, thus reaching a few Kingdoms. It even went as far as reaching the reigning monarch of Kingdom Caelum, with the news piquing his interest as they told the tales of a certain human whose strength is on par with a fairy and what's suspected to be a dragon.

"She stepped into the road earlier today and was struck by a vehicle. Billionaire CEO Noah Hernandez has generously offered to cover her medical expenses, as the accident occurred on his property. Her cameraman, Leonardo, claims he didn’t capture the full incident, as he was focused on trying to stop her from crossing the road. Vanessa had been showing signs of depression." I stared at the screen in disbelief. Lies. Every word of it. A few “witnesses” gave their statements, but I knew they hadn’t been at the scene. I turned up the volume as I poured myself a glass of water, listening to the fabricated story unravel. Then my phone rang. My hands trembled as I fished it out of my bag. "You’ve

“I know, but I thought our bond would grow strong with this pregnancy. Instead, it feels like I’m more alone than ever.” Hailey gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll figure this out, Fiona. You’re not alone in this, I pray for you to be treated with the respect and love you deserve.” As I looked into Hailey’s unwavering eyes, I felt a renewed sense of hope. In the midst of my newfound abilities and the challenges of pregnancy, I had a friend who stood by my side, ready to help me confront the uncertainties of this pack.

"If he doesn't wake up, then just let him sleep more, alright? He'll wake up when he's rested enough." "No, Mom, but… the doctor said Dad went to heaven and won't ever wake up again. Mom, come save him!" Leroy's voice broke into sobs, and then Timothy's voice came through the phone. "Ms. Jorian, please come back. I'm not lying; your husband has passed away—" "Enough. Niels is really regressing. He must have become mentally twisted from being homebound. Why else would he get you to help him fabricate something so ridiculous?"

A man who made breakfast for me in the mornings and made me feel loved in the nights. At night, we’d sit by the fire pit, sipping wine under a canopy of stars, and talk about everything and nothing. Sometimes he told me stories about his childhood in Palermo—about a world before bloodshed and power plays. Sometimes I talked about the FBI, about cases gone wrong, about the man I used to be and the one I wasn’t sure I had become. And when words felt too small, we’d fall into each other. Staring, touching, melting.

Paraiso is my hometown, and I am sure no one can cover the story better than me. “Oh. The problem is that the story has been assigned already,” Stella said. “Who is going to work on it?” Steph said, looking at Robert. She was praying that Stella doesn’t confirm her fears. “I have assigned the story to Robert,” Stella said, and the cup of coffee from Steph’s hands fell. Robert was on his feet in no time picking up the pieces of glass as Stella rushed to Steph’s side, asking her if she was okay. “How can I be okay?” Steph retorted.

My fingers tightened into hard fists. The question kept rolling, even in my absence. I took care of it, no questions asked. Business overseas was just a distraction, but the reality gnawed at my conscience like a relentless predator. The reports laid it out plain—Catalina’s father had a faint glimmer of innocence, but it was barely worth considering. A thirty percent shot. But thirty percent didn’t clear anyone’s conscience. That doesn’t fly in my realm. Not when my boy took the hit.