Hellbound To You Novels & Stories

they were sticking to the wall without me knowing. Shoot. This is bad. Only Phoenixes, witches or ghosts can do that. Anyway. Time to bomb this place. "Everyone, back off!" Banshees were trying to strike my ankles while I just kept climbing higher and higher. I need to make up an excuse for that later. But for now... "Boom, rats." The pin was pulled.

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.

why i can't be just shut upp? ___

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.

“Blood spells don’t break with another spell. They only undo when…” “When?” I pressed. She looked away. “When the connection between the two people naturally breaks. Or when the two… die.” “So we’re still connected.” “Yes,” her voice was a whisper. “We still are.” I pulled her hand to my lips, kissing each of her fingers one by one. “Do you know what that means?” “That we’re cursed.” I laughed. “No. That we’re inevitable.” Our daughter slept deeply, oblivious to the universe reconfiguring around her.

"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