Hell Bound With You Novels & Stories

“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.

I shouldn't disturb him, but I miss him very much. Sebastian's hands began to tremble. He remembered Winnie's greedy eyes and shallow calculations. Contrasting them with Nicola's forbearance and deep affection, he threw the diary on the floor, buried his head in his hands, and crouched down. He had lost his soulmate. Sebastian picked up his phone and dialed a number. It was a number he had obtained by using his last personal connections. The phone rang for a long time before finally being answered. "Don Quinn? You still have the nerve to call?" It was Ethan's voice, laced with sarcasm.

he buckles over, screaming out. At the same time, my soul feels a tearing pain. My heartbeat quickens. I fell to my knees and gripped my chest. The bond. I’m being cut off from the new bond. Something is happening. Something is happening to my Lira. My wife. My wife is in- I scream bellows out of me, Killian’s monstrous roar ripping through my body along with it. King Brennus is gritting his teeth, his entire body engulfed in the green glow of his magic.

"I am right here. Open your legs for me. Tell me what your body feels like right now." "I am burning," I groaned, my hips twitching against the twisted sheets. The heavy comforter was trapped between my knees, but it was not enough weight. It did not give me the crushing pressure of his chest. "I am wet, Sebastian. It hurts. The bond feels like it is breaking." "The bond is not breaking," he growled, his voice a dark, heavy wave that cut straight through my panic. "It is holding you to me. Put the phone right next to your ear on the pillow, Elliot. Do it now."

The glow between her legs was pulsing slow now, satisfied. The voices spoke again, clearer this time, almost gentle. We are the Honeyswarm. We came from the deep sea. Maxton gave us to you last night. We are inside you now. Bonded. You are infected. Bonnie’s eyes flew wide. “Wait… what?” Her voice cracked. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, water dripping off her nose. “Infected? Like… a fucking parasite? Are you shitting me right now?” Not a parasite. A symbiote. We give you pleasure. You give us a home. It is a good deal.

Celeste wound closed and she picked up the sleeping baby. The intensity was so high I thought I could feel it. No this is something else. I clutched my stomach as an uncomfortable knot formed there. What the hell? Turning to face Helia, her ghost form was barely visible "Helia what's happening?" I asked still holding my stomach "My time is almost up. The spell doesn't last long" Helia said fading out "What about me? How do I get out?!" The

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He would keep the house and his car in case we ever choose to come back so that we would have a place to stay. “Now focus,” Damien said as his blue eyes stared into my hazel eyes. “Let out your demon and focus on where you want to go,” our hands were together and we stood in the clean living room. I looked at the ground at our feet and focused my eyes until I could see a speck of dust on the hard wooden floors, telling me that I successfully let out my inner demon and it was now time to attempt my teleporting into Hell. I took a deep breath and focused on the things that Damien had told me about Hell, about the Garden, and I imagined myself surrounded by fire and screaming souls. Why did I f

Our bond was supposed to be stronger than ever, which meant that whatever we were facing was greater magic, or worse, a stronger foe. Henry pursed his lip, the gears in his head working two times over. Elijah was his best friend, and his worry was as clear as day. “Can you go over what happened before you lost consciousness again?” he asked. “There must be some detail we missed. This kind of magic will only be possible if somehow Eli bound himself to the person casting this spell.” Sighing, I went over everything for the third time. From the moment we parted ways until my fight with Greco.

** Note - Scenes of a sexual nature and abuse ** "I am colour-blind, Coffee black and egg white, Pull me out from inside, I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am, Taffy stuck and tongue tied, Stuttered shook and uptight, Pull me out from inside, I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am fine." As the song played, Belle felt her stomach shrinking and her heart breaking. It was the first time she'd heard it since listening to it on repeat after splitting up with her ex-boyfriend and love of her life. The memory of the pain hit her like a sledgehammer to the chest.