Hell Bound With You Novels & Stories

"Yes, you shall live again, but you will never be able to hear anything as a deaf child. All your nights will be filled with nightmares. Your power shall be withheld from you. All of these shall meet their ends once you heard the very first voice you will hear: the voice of your mate. Find him! Obey the rules of mate bond lest you shall never have a place in the moon's rest. This anathema is on the skin of the moon! No mortal power can change it!" The mist of the spell merges in her, no matter how much she shakes it off, the results are futile. I've been holding back my tongue to say how pathetic she looks right now. "No... How could you...? Hessuel... I know I can’t have him but he is all I

My hand tightens on the property deed I am still carrying. "Signorina Bellini," Don Tobia says. His voice is exactly as I remember it from the night he arrived with the priest and the brass key, oily and measured, every syllable placed like a coin on a counter. "Please. Come in. I apologize for the disruption to your work."

"But the Caller is the keyhole. Every time she feels fear, the door turns." "Get out of my house!" I roared. I didn’t reach for magic I no longer possessed. I reached for the bond. I grabbed the golden tether connecting my soul to Caleb’s and pulled with everything I had. *Caleb, now!* Caleb hit the shadow shield again, channeling the sheer, primal force of our combined will. The mate bond flared between us, a brilliant burst of gold and silver light that shattered Thomas’s dark barrier into a million glittering shards.

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“Gabriel—” “I swear,” I said, voice low and rough, “by Nightmoor, by Starfang, by the goddess I still don’t fully trust, by every stupid scar on me—” I glanced down at the half-dried blood on my chest, then back at her, “—that I am sticking next to you. If I’m breathing, I’m beside you. If I’m not breathing, I’m haunting you. I will not let go of this bond. Ever. You’re stuck with me.” The bond between us flared, sudden and bright, like someone had thrown open a door and one look at her face, I knew she felt it too.

' Her voice trembled, but she ground down, ass cheeks brushing my belly. I gripped her hips, vines allowing just enough, fingers tracing her crack. 'Yeah... gods, Tessa.' Suspense built with every roll, the curse fragments stirring, pulsing in time with our rhythm. I pressed a finger to her ass, circling the tight ring, pushing in slow with spit and will. She arched, gasping. 'More... bind us deeper.' The intrusion stretched her, my cock buried in her pussy, finger working her ass in tandem. Pleasure twisted dark, the vines glowing, magical energy sparking where we joined—blue light flickering, drawing out the curse's hold.

Her voice was desperate, carrying a certain edge to it, something I was sure I had never heard from Sherneil. "Maverick! Buddy stay with us!" Abeel's voice cut through. "Drug him if you have to!" Khalil's voice. "Chuto please!" Lisa's. But I wasn't sure what was happening anymore, because Hibba was vanishing. The bond was disappearing. The empty feeling creeping back. And when a cold breeze suddenly hit my face, I sucked in a deep breath and collapsed to the floor, yelling, screaming. Calling on Hibba to come back. "Bring her back," I choked. "I need to save her. I need to promise her."

And yet, Doll was not there. Shaking himself to get rid of the thought, Hades looked down at his no-fur. His Innehavre, a bond so sacred between a tom and a no-fur that almost no one ever said the word out loud. A connection that was supposed to bind them in life and death. It was meant to be unbreakable. Hades put his paws on Doll's chest and started working at pumping to start his heart up. It was a long shot. A thin thread of chance, but if he could do this while he reached out with his magick...

NOELLE'S POV, ''let's begin,'' Hella says, and she walks towards the big kettle. Her eyes become red, and flames erupt from under the kettle. She starts walking around the kettle and sings an incantation. ''Ignis ille ex resurgemus,'' she keeps repeating. My stomach feels like it's about to leave my body. I have a very bad feeling about this. I look at Gabriel and catch his blue eyes looking for mine. His eyes go to my hands, and I suddenly remember the bobby pin he gave me.

"Typically, yes. That would be my first go-to. However, your friend here has decided to tether me to this house." My eyes widen. "Wait, what?" He glares at me. "You heard me. I'm stuck here. With you. I can't leave to go anywhere." My blood runs icy in my veins. There's no way… what the hell kind of spells are in this book that powerful to tether a General of Hell to my home? And why would there be one that could do that in the first place? What would be the purpose for someone to want to do such a thing.