Hell Bound With You Novels & Stories

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Sybil warned, her tone chillingly calm as she wielded her power over them all. Hazel turned to Zain desperately, hoping to break through the spell that held him captive. "Zain, did you hear her? That's your mate, and she's about to die," Hazel pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I've lost my mate; he's in a coma. Are you willing to let her die, too?" Hazel's anguish was palpable, and her plea was a desperate attempt to awaken Zain to the impending tragedy. Sybil ignored Hazel's pleas and began to chant her dark incantations; a sense of dread settled over the gathering. The wind howled in response, and flames danced around Sybil as she summoned her sinister forces.

"Every bond you have... every piece you keep safe... will break! You will lose everything!" Kael barked, and his amber eyes burnt. "We're with you, Selene! Don't give up now!"“ The golden eyes of Thorne got narrow, and his claws tensed up. "Every heartbeat, every pulse... hold on to us!" Draven looked into my calm, steady dark blue eyes and said, "Moonbound..." "This is the last second." "Every link, every piece, every beat... Believe in yourself and trust them.

Zahira said grabbing my arm. "Relax guys, you go on home. I'll be fine, I promise." I said following the usher. My friends stared at me but I couldn't read their expressions because it was dark but I went inside anyway, hoping that they'd forgive me. I was led inside to a very luxurious room where I found the band members just relaxing. The drummer was on one of the couches, air drumming while he was in headphones, the lead guitarist was busy fidgeting with he's guitar and the rest of them weren't there. The guy with the guitar looked up at me, he's blue eyes scanned me for a minute before he cocked he's head for the usher to leave. He was actually very handsome when I got a good look at him

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.

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.

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?"

“Her power broke his handcuffs as well. That should not be possible.” “Why not?” Mortyss asked. “Because the handcuffs are individual. Calibrated for each creature. They only respond to the wearer’s power.” Z picked up the runic tablet and began making frantic notes. “For her to break yours, her power would have to be… intertwined with yours. Fused. As if you were…” “One.” Mortyss completed, his eyes meeting mine. “Exactly.” Z stopped writing and stared at us. “This is unprecedented. In all documented history, there has never been a Lilim-Incubus bond that reached this level of symbiosis. You are not just bonded. You are sharing power. Amplifying each other.”

“Baby? What is it?” Cassian looked up at her. “I heard the bad song again.” Elias stiffened. Cassie crouched down. “The… song?” Cassian nodded solemnly, his words slow. “The lady with no skin sings it. She says she’ll take you away.” Cassie’s hands trembled. Bain entered the room a second later, gun still tucked in the back of his waistband, a cold sheen of sweat across his brow. He’d just returned from one of Malthea’s binding rituals.