Hell Bound With You Novels & Stories

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you." She told me she hoped I could move on from this and live a good life. Her warm hand stroked my hair as she said those words, just like I had once imagined when I was younger. But I might never be able to move on. This was what I owed her. Not long after, Brandon—whom I had tricked—found his way here. He grabbed me by the throat and demanded, "Where's Daniella? Where did you take my Daniella?" I told him Daniella was dead.

The shard glowed brighter, pulsing with a hunger that seemed to savor my fear. The circle trembled, cracks of light splitting the fire, and within them I saw Damian’s face again—this time clearer, desperate, his golden eyes burning through the veil. For a heartbeat, it wasn’t memory or illusion—it was him, calling to me across the divide. My chest clenched with a fierce ache, the bond pulling taut between us. His voice reached me faintly, barely a whisper: “Come back to me, Selena.”

They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt… The belt buckle's cold glint was a physical assault, piercing his eyes and heart. His body shook violently, his teeth chattered, and his vision instantly blurred.

Jaston pushed upward, matching her rhythm. “Harder,” she ordered. He obeyed. Deep, fast thrusts. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room—wet skin, heavy breathing, moans. Hellen dug her nails into his shoulders, left red marks. “Come inside me,” she whispered. “Fill me. Mark me from the inside.” Jaston came with a hoarse groan, pulsing hard, filling her. Hellen kept riding through his orgasm, clenching around his cock until she came again—body shaking, eyes closed, a long cry escaping.

I’m breathless, my chest heaving as I look at him. Lucille Hellfire now has a smile on his face, his eyes practically twinkling as he says, “There she is,” Then he leans forward and whispers, “One of the clauses says a rule of yours is revoked when you lie to me, Principessa.” … the clauses at the back of the contract. “So now,” He pulls back just enough to see the horror in my eyes, his smile widening as he murmurs, “I’m about to exchange those same fluids you fought so violently against.”

It was filled with water from the restored aqueduct—clear, precious life. "We do not bind with chains," Guller’s voice rang out, amplified by the tower's acoustics. "Chains rust. We do not bind with blood. Blood dries." He dipped his fingers in the water and sprinkled it over their joined hands. The droplets were cold, shocking against Neoma’s heated skin. "We bind with the Void," Guller declared. "And we bind with the Earth." He looked at Neoma. "Do you take these men? To be your shield? Your sword? Your council? Your home?"

“Against the Council hunters. In Jess’s apartment.” “Result?” “Seven hunters neutralized. Six dead. One fled.” “Kaela.” Z murmured. “She is the only survivor. She will answer for her crimes before the Department.” He made more notes. “Third question: what is the extent of your emotional bond?” “What do you mean?” I asked. “The Lilim-Incubus bond is traditionally parasitic. One feeds on the other, usually in an unequal way. But your bond seems to be… balanced. Is this intentional?”

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

part… might be in my chest. Hana, who had been quietly rummaging through a cabinet filled with strange ingredients, suddenly piped up. "Oh, but it's not nothing," she corrected, her voice bubbling with excitement. She held up a small, intricately carved wooden box. "We found a part of your bond. A newly formed bond, which, if I'm not mistaken," she added with a knowing wink, "means it's a mating bond.”