Novelas y relatos de Soulbound

“This is no negotiation, Isidora.” He spoke my full name—I hated that. It meant the decision had been etched in stone. “He’s a Vescari,” I responded with a knife-edge glassy voice. “You want to bind me to a man whose family has been trying to bleed us out of my land for years? That’s not unity. That’s surrender.” His jaw flexed.

"Please calm down, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson. Cassidy always wanted this targeted drug developed. It was her dying wish. She'd be thrilled if she knew we succeeded!" How dare he use my name? I couldn't help but tighten my fists. Clearly, Miles had no idea that I was back, much less that I was watching him put on such a shameless, scheming act. Pah! Dying wish, my foot! He was just making use of my parents' love for me and squeezing out every last drop of value from my name. But in his eyes, I was already dead. So what he was doing was essentially using a dead person's name to extort money from my parents.

“You made a soul pact with another man? Is he human? Why would you do such a thing to me, Snugbug? Why would you hurt me like this? gods, I’m-” “Shut it, Dragon.” Olyon snaps. Then he turns to face me. “What sort of soul pact did you make?” The sort of soul pact that means my soul is bound to damnation forever. But I had no choice. I needed to make the pact to have a better purpose for doing the things I'll be doing pretty soon. This mission was bound to happen, so I made good use of the opportunity presented to me. Soul pacts are the highest order of binding magic in existence. They supersede the gods and carry on into the Beyond.

Kane caught me. “You saw her again, didn’t you?” he asked softly. I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “She died to keep me safe.” “And she made you the last.” Not just the last Moonborne. The last of a bloodline older than the wolf clans. Older than the Council itself. Born not just of wolves but of the stars. A Soulbinder is not merely a wolf shifter. It is a convergence. A living nexus between the celestial realms and the earthly one. Where other wolves pulled power from moonlight, I was moonlight. Where they howled, I commanded.

I tear herbs from my pouch, something the healer gave me once for shallow wounds and press them gently against the ripped skin of her shoulder. "This won’t fix it," I say quietly. "But it’ll help." She breathes, smoke curling from her nostrils, and her thoughts come again, slower than before. "Fae-born. Fire-blooded. Bound to me before breath." Bound? I pause, my fingers trembling on her scale. "What?" "Our souls. Entwined. Not by fate, but by forging. Old magic. Spirit and flesh. The balance must be kept." A chill sinks into my spine. "What do you even mean? Bounded? You mean... if you die..."

“I will bind you to me. Forever.” The air in my lungs froze. My knees almost buckled. I knew what he meant. A soul-bond. Not like the sacred mate bond that came from the Moon Goddess. No. This was a twisted mimicry—dark magic tethering two spirits, leashing me to him in a way that could not be broken. Not even by death. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. I had survived so much. But this? This would be worse than death. It would make me his forever. No escape. No rebellion. No hope. Just endless, poisoned existence, a puppet tied to the hand of the one who ruined me.

“There’s more. You’ll need an anchor stronger than any spell. Something alive. Someone who’ll carry part of your soul while you’re gone because once you give that piece up, it doesn’t come back unless you return whole.” I stared at him. “It has to be you.” He nodded. “Yes. But you need to know what that means. If you break inside the Rift… I go with you. I’ll feel it all, every scream, every scar. If you die there, I die here. If you’re corrupted, I get pulled into it too.” I didn’t hesitate. “Then bind me to you,” I said. “Right now.” We performed the soul-bond under moonlight, standing in the center of the ancestral altar where the Luna once made her first vow to the stars. The old stone s

"I believed he had sacrificed his life to contain the Heart, and for centuries, the Moon bloodline preserved that belief because it was the only explanation we had. I never understood that his consciousness might have remained trapped with the power he was trying to control." Riven pushed himself away from the wall, ignoring the pain in his shoulders. "Then we need to separate him from Elias before the process becomes permanent." Caelan looked at him with an expression that suggested he had already considered the possibility. "That may be impossible once the binding is complete." "Then tell us how much time we have." Caelan glanced at Elias, whose body had begun trembling beneath the silver

A humorless laugh escapes me, sharp and edged with something dangerously close to hysteria as I drag a hand through my hair, shaking my head slightly as the realization settles into something cold and absolute. “Well,” I mutter under my breath, the words slipping out before I can stop them, “that’s just perfect.” Because this— This isn’t just a bond. This is worse. Far worse. “A soul bind,” I say quietly. Dangerous. Ancient. Rare. And nearly impossible to break once it takes hold. Especially in the early stages. Especially now. My breath steadies slowly as I force myself to think past the initial shock, past the frustration, past the very real, very justified anger building in my chest as I

She had feigned death, escaped the wreckage, and now, years later, she was about to be bound to him in a way that defied both logic and fate. Selene’s stomach churned. The Soul-Oath was known to bind two souls so tightly that they shared pain, emotions, and even memories. She had never thought she would be forced to undergo it, and certainly not with the very man she had condemned to his suffering. But now, it seemed the inevitable had arrived. Her eyes locked with Kael’s from across the room, and for the briefest moment, something stirred within her. A flicker of recognition? No, that was impossible. He hadn’t remembered her, not yet. And it would be better that way.