Hellbound To You Novels & Stories

Lucien had accidentally killed a Banshee while trying to protect himself before I happened to arrive. Killing a Banshee shall lure impetuous bad luck. The kind of bad luck which is worse than death and extending for a longer period of time than the time a werewolf lives on earth. The bad luck maybe carried over even to the after life, that is. And the bad luck for Lucien...was me.

Our eyes were telling it that we wanted him to go on and continue with his words. "Can you please clarify it all Doctor?'' Finally, my grandfather asked. All of us had the same question inside our heads though. And hearing his question, the doctor nodded his head in response. "This black magic is called "Moonbound". The person who may be inflicted with this magic will have fake bond with the first person that they fall in love with. Only when the real mate appears, it will be shaken, until then there is no breakthrough." The moment I heard the explanation from the doctor, the first thing that entered my mind was Alejandro.

The end has truly come. I'll be with you soon, Kitty. I start to take slow, gracious steps towards the light until...it suddenly disappears. What was I thinking? I'm going to hell for killing my sister. Suddenly, my legs give in and I fall, everything around me starts spinning really fast. The devil has come to claim me. I close my eyes as everything turns pitch black and eventually, I drift off to sleep.

“If they hurt you…I’ll hurt myself. I swear I will.” My heart seized. “Daniel, don’t you ever say that.” I cupped his cheek, guiding his blind eyes toward me. “You’re going to be fine. You’re stronger than anyone I know.” But guilt ate my insides like acid. Because no matter what he believed, no matter what the truth was, I was the one who pressed the syringe. And this was my punishment. Footsteps echoed in the hall, and I turned. Mr. and Mrs. Bentley Watts walk in, looking every inch the elite, rich enough to pay someone to breathe for them.

“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?”

"I'm coming to you." I kept moving forward, refusing to let their fear become mine. "Do you hear me?" I shouted into the void. "My trauma, my pain... It's what you feed on anyway. Take it all. In return, I bind you inside the Trinity. You exist but will be dormant. in our prison forever."

I needed to know this. I stared at her, my chest tightening. "A curse?" "Yes. A curse that binds you to him for all eternity. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you will always be connected to Damian. You are his, and he is yours." The weight of her words settled over me like a suffocating blanket. Bound to Damian. Forever? "That’s impossible," I whispered, shaking my head. "There has to be a way to break it." The woman’s expression remained unchanged, her voice steady. "There is no breaking this bond, Lyra. It is as old as your blood itself."

The room hummed with an eerie energy as the process began. Valle’s body tensed instantly, his muscles locking up as if bound by an invisible vice. The sensation was unbearable—like countless needles piercing his flesh. A searing heat coursed through him, burning with an intensity that felt as though it was tearing him apart. Leonard watched with glee, his grin widening as Valle struggled. "This," he declared over the hum of the machine, "is just the beginning." Valle gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out, though the agony threatened to break him. The blue light seemed to dig into his very soul, pulling out something vital, something irreplaceable. He felt his strength draining, his spirit w

“I may be trapped in this marriage but I want nothing to do with you! The very sight of you makes me sick to my stomach.” “There’s a way out of this you know.” Alejandro finally murmured.

"I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering." Her gaze burned with an unholy fire, as if the very depths of hell had unleashed a demon upon me. "When you hear the name HILDA FARELL in your next life, you will not flee," she declared, her tone dripping with confidence. "You will instead surrender to my will."