Boundless Characters Novels & Stories

The current was filled with faces—some human, some monstrous, some divine—each a memory in motion, drifting by like shards of glass. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Hold on to me!” He was a dark silhouette against the luminous torrent, his scythe in one hand, its edge glowing faint blue as he drove the blade into nothing—anchoring them. The current fought back, trying to drag them deeper. His face was strained, his eyes burning silver. Avery clawed her way toward him, the Vein whispering her name in every tone she’d ever known. Avery. Avery Delan. Child of the Unbound.

My vision started to blur out, I felt even more exhausted. “Cara?” Tau’s voice sounded lower than it was. I could not hear a word he was saying. I completely lost my balance, and before I knew it everywhere was dark, quiet and empty. Freya, Khan, I will return to you two. Rapha, Aaliyah, I will return with a mate. Please, be safe.

Was all she said. I gripped the bottom of the seat. What was that supposed to mean? I had never seen Luna madness in person. I knew some people had it but it was fairly rare. I knew most lost control and could barely make out who their family members and loved ones were. But I just couldn’t picture sweet and kind Landon in a rabid state hurting people. And I couldn’t imagine Thane just giving up on his brother, ‘for the good of the pack’. But then again, they’re a lot of things I couldn’t imagine Thane doing that he still did.

Am I crazy for being angry? My thumb scrolled through my contacts. Killian. Caleb. Camille. The office assistant. Three different corporate caterers. Aurelia’s pediatrician. My hand began to shake as the list ended. I scrolled back up. Then down again. There was no one else. A sickening wave of vertigo hit me, harder than the revelation of the subsidized contract. I had no friends. I had no old college roommate to call, no childhood confidante, no one outside the heavy, iron perimeter of the Montclair empire. In the name of protecting me from my father’s creditors, in the name of healing me from the Moretti trauma, Killian had quietly, systematically severed every thread that connected me to

The men who dared to attack him were about to face serious consequences. Valle quickly turned around, locking his intense gaze on the attackers. Leonard's heart raced with excitement as he saw Valle lift one hand. With just a flick of his fingers, Valle turned the men into swirling clouds of ash, dark and bitter. Leonard stared in awe, feeling a rush of adrenaline pumping through him because of Valle's incredible power.

I realized at that moment that I had crossed a boundary I could not uncross. She works for me under the watchful eyes of my brother and father. Whatever this was, it could not exist within the four walls of this building, not without serious consequences.

Because as far I know I’m pretty much the least intimidating person on Earth, like a wet kitten. Alpha Brandon chuckled lightly, but there was a flicker of tension behind his eyes. “Forgive me, President Carter,” he said smoothly. “I just meant your sister is … beguiling.” Theo’s gaze was inscrutable. Then, all of a sudden, the conversation took a turn. And I was grateful. An Unexpected Dance Once Theo and Clara drifted away, Layla was stolen away by her mate almost instantly and I was alone.

Yuna, the woman who had loved him so much, wasn't just sulking. She had really left. And she had even severed their mate bond. "How do I restore the bond?" Damon's voice was terribly hoarse. The healer shivered under his stare, his back cold with fear. "Only if Luna herself agrees. Otherwise, no one can force a bond that's already broken back together." Damon slammed his hand on the table, knocking the medicine bowl off it. It shattered across the floor. His eyes were heavy with too many emotions. There was anger, shock, a violent sense of being betrayed, and a panic he didn't even want to admit.

But her feet stayed rooted, her satchel strap biting into her palm. Because he was right. There was nowhere left. That night, back in Crescent, Risa tried to keep her head down. She sat by the fire, hands wrapped around a cup of broth, forcing herself to sip. Laughter rose around her, wolves sharing stories, voices weaving like threads of something she could never touch. And then Liora walked in. The firelight caught on her braid, the steel at her hip, the unshakable steadiness in her stride. She looked like someone who belonged. Someone unbreakable.

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.”