Novelas y relatos de Soulbound

“What… are we doing here?” Dane turned to face me, his eyes soft. “We want to bind ourselves to you. Not just as mates… but soul-bound. It’s rare. Ancient. And it only works if the love is pure.” I stared at all three of them. “You want to soul-bind… to me?” “Yes,” Kane said. “We always did. But we waited until your heart was whole.” Zane nodded. “Until you were ready.” I looked down. My fingers trembled slightly. “I’ve made you wait so long.”

“Wh…at are you doing?” "Taking your soul, since you think I was going to kill you now, shh!!" A cry escaped my lips, a crazy vibration rendering me paralyzed. Something warm and pulsing, softly entered my core, and I felt my muscles clench around it. “How do you feel?" His voice dangerously fanned my ear. "Don't ignore me, Ophelia.”

‘There’s that soul shit again.’ Aero mutters. ‘I don’t understand how someone can see a soul.’ “Are you saying her soul is tainted?” I ask Abraxas. I wasn’t sure what to think of him saying he could see souls. At one time, I also didn’t think someone could be bound four times. I’ve learned a lot in the last couple of years. “More like it has cracks in it.” “Cracks?” Aero and I mutter in unison

Elara, her eyes blazing with newfound power, vowed to use it to protect our family. ****** Few days later, one of the first things I did was formally declare Elara my mate. The ceremony was grand, filled with rituals and celebrations. Elara, radiant in a gown woven with moonlight thread, looked breathtaking. As I slipped the mate bond around her neck, a surge of power and love coursed through me, binding us together not just by love, but by destiny.

I ask, now becoming angry for a totally different reason. “The reason why my blood and Gaia’s power can’t heal you is because they have put some kind of block on you. They have left you to be completely human. The same with the mate bond. That is why you can’t feel it.” He says and I chuckle. He just blinks at me.

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.

“You’re a monster.” Liara’s fingers curled around the envelope. One signature. One year. One soul sold. Her hand hovered over the line—trembling like a leaf in a storm. She whispered, “This is insane.” He stepped closer still, so close her wet hair brushed his cheek. The rain ceased behind them, leaving the stairwell deathly silent except for their breaths. “No, Liara. This is business. And in my world, everything has a price—including you.” Her pen finally tipped down, poised over the paper, just as a sudden thunderclap rattled the windows above—an echo of the storm still raging in her heart

The Boundless One’s fading roar. “Then help me stop him,” Soren said. “You can guide me back.” Travian looked away, his form flickering. “I could. But to open the path, I must anchor myself… and that means binding to your soul again.” Soren frowned. “You already are.” “Not as before,” Travian whispered. “This time, it would be permanent. You would no longer be you — not fully. You’d carry both of us. Forever.” The thought made his blood run cold. “You mean… I’d become—”

The thread broke uselessly as Tess let go of her spindle. The creature moved forward. Its voice sounded like the faint growl of a thunderstorm when it spoke. "Who killed the Bound One?" Bound One. The wolf. "Who murdered him?" I asked. Those absurd wards at our door were no match for him, resembling cobwebs. I should have inquired as to how the mercenary murdered that faerie. However, my blade seemed to belong in the monster's thick neck.

Since her return from the veil, this was the first time she had spoken with such shattering lucidity. Malachi whirled on me, his teeth bared. "We are soul-bound," he reminded me, the words vibrating with a lethal edge. My heart skipped a beat at the reminder. The gravity of our predicament shifted. If she died, he died—and Malachi still had an unsettled debt with Massachusetts. Because of that dark bargain, he wouldn’t be able to pass into the Great Beyond. He would be forced to roam the mortal plane as a wraith until his business was resolved—a state where his will would be stripped away, leaving him a puppet for the sorcerer to exploit.