Broken Binding Book Novels & Stories

They both walked out and left me balking at them through the glass, wondering what the hell had just happened. The water warmed a bit, and I worked my sopping wet clothing off, slinging it over the glass shower top. As I closed my eyes, I could see him looking down at me. I imagined the droplets running down my face to be his gentle kisses, and the warmth of the water, his embrace. I could almost smell him. Smiling, I opened my eyes, but he was gone. My heart skipped a beat as my chest painfully constricted; the same scenario recurred every time his memory crept in. The cycle was doing definitive damage to my psyche, and all the counseling in the world hadn't helped. Tonight, I had to find t

Danica came flying into my arms and all I saw was red. Her face was swollen and wet with tears. The shirt I had given her earlier that day was stretched and torn on one side. Red welts formed on her arms. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. Tell her everything was going to be okay. But right now there was something else I needed to do. I moved her to the side. “Stay here, Danica.” She stood there trembling. At that point, I wasn’t even sure if she realized I was there. I stalked into the house where Rick was now watching us. He took one look at the gift-wrapped box in my hand and began nodding his head. A black belt was wrapped around his hand,

I could care less about anything else at the moment and only wanted to undo the bindings. I couldn't try to move and a crack would be heard with each try and the bindings would become freer. Suddenly I heard a loud bang and I could feel the binding on me disappear then I could see some pieces of ice in the surroundings.

I whispered, grabbing the thick leather spine. I took it over to a nearby wooden desk and sat down. I carefully lifted the heavy, iron-bound cover, and the moment it fell open, the book reacted. The pages began to flip around wildly all by themselves, a small gust of wind whipping past my face. My eyes almost fell out of my head as the parchment blurred. So cool, Eva chimed in, her voice full of awe. The frantic flipping suddenly stopped, the book settling heavily onto a page near the center. Written boldly at the top in dark, ugly handwriting were the words: Non-Mage Bonding and Lineage Purity.

At the time, he seemed to feel nothing special toward me. That was how my one-sided crush began. Fortunately, he would often help his mother deliver supplies to me. We ended up keeping in touch that way. My diary from those years contained nothing but daily training notes and everything about him. Later, his childhood friend and one true love, Lisa, returned. They broke up and reunited over and over. Their romance became a long-lasting gossip within the Blood Moon Pack. My brief one-sided love story ended without ever truly beginning. I wished him happiness and gradually let go.

“You’re insane!” I pushed him again, this time harder, but he caught my arm, spinning me back toward him. I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered, “You think you can run to Rowan forever? He’s not here now.” My heart pounded violently. Please, Rowan… please get the signal. He was almost tearing my clothes, his hand gripping tighter, when suddenly…. BANG! The door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall. I gasped, frozen, as Ruben turned sharply..

“This is impossible. Such things cannot be erased. Once written, they endure forever.” Nyra laid her palm gently upon the page. For a heartbeat, something flickered—shadow, or memory—but then all fell still again. “It feels as if it’s watching… as if the book itself doesn’t know whether to show me what it holds,” she murmured. “Some bindings reveal themselves only in time,” I said darkly. “Perhaps your blood has not yet fully awakened. Or someone sealed it away from you deliberately.” I shut the tome. The chains slithered back into place of their own accord, and the sigil pulsed darker than before. As if now it knew us. And was watching.

Was the ancient binding book stolen from the Spirit Realm. He picked it up carefully. Almost reverently. "The first step..." He opened its worn pages. "...is always the same." His eyes found Molly. "You break the mate bond." He smiled. "No monster has ever been created while carrying an active mate bond." "The bond anchors the soul." "So..." He slowly turned another page. "...we remove the anchor first." Ice spread through my body. "No." The word escaped before I could stop it. He ignored me. Instead... He began speaking.

Aiden let out a choked sound, his face twisting in pain. "Something's wrong," I said. I tried to pull away, but it felt like our hands were glued together. "The bond," Aiden panted. He was sweating now, his face pale despite the bruises. "It’s... it's breaking through the suppression. It’s too much." I felt the silver power in my blood rushing toward the point where we were touching. It was overwhelming. It was like trying to hold back a flood with my bare hands. "Aiden, let go!" I screamed.

I don’t want to get out of my room. I know Granny is worried to me, but I can’t think of anyone but him. I don’t want to break up. When did things go out of control? We were okay last month. He is smiling at me, he looks happy. How did it turn out like this? Why break up? Did I do something wrong? Have I not given everything to him? What’s wrong with me? I was startled when my phone vibrated. I looked at it immediately, as if my burden was lightened when I saw Wright's name. I opened his message and my smile faded.