Bound Stories Novels & Stories

Even when we were in different classes, the air seemed charged, as if we were both waiting for the next inevitable collision. And the rumors only made it worse. People whispered about us like we were some tragic love story in progress. “They hate each other so much… but maybe it’s not hate,” someone said one afternoon. I laughed it off, but I didn’t want to admit how much the comment made me think. It wasn’t just the rumors, though. It was the way my stomach tightened when I felt their eyes on me, the way my heartbeat seemed to quicken whenever I passed by them in the crowded hallways. Because the closer we were forced to be, the more I realized… maybe we weren’t enemies by choice. Maybe we

I ask, my voice tense. He meets my gaze, his eyes dark with something unspoken. "The stories say that such a bond… it’s not something that happens by chance. The legend…it’s ancient. Two women, connected in a way that no one else could understand. They could feel each other's pain, their joy, their suffering, as if their souls were intertwined, bound by something far beyond the realm of ordinary connection.”

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.”

Lira read these things at night by firelight and felt the particular vertigo of someone who had been told all her life that the rules were fixed, discovering that someone had simply written different rules and called them natural. They were seven now. Beyond Sable and Fen, five more had found them over the three weeks — drawn, each of them, by the story that moved through the borderlands with the speed that news always moved among people with nothing to lose. A rogue pack had been driven off by a silver wolf. A wolf who had bowed. There were whispers. There were always whispers. Lira had learned to use them.

" 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?"