Spectral Bound Chest Novels & Stories

A voice, not her own but intimately familiar: They will call it a curse, but it was meant as mercy. Avery staggered back. Kael caught her before she fell. “What did you see?” “Someone like me,” she breathed. “Another Soulbound.” Kael’s expression hardened. “That’s impossible. The records—” “The records are lies,” she snapped, then stopped herself. Her voice trembled. “She was trying to contain it. The Vein. It broke apart because it refused her command.” Kael’s eyes flickered with disbelief, but his silence was telling — he didn’t argue.

Instead, I let out a jagged, broken breath and surrendered to the pull of him. I climbed onto the edge of the bed, the mattress shifting under my weight. My hands found the lapels of his hospital gown, pulling him closer, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The tension that had been a dull ache in my chest for months erupted into a scorching, white-hot fire.

But it was as if she wasn't breathing at all. I couldn't see the rise and fall of her chest. Her lashes didn't flutter open. And there was no sound from her. “No,” I muttered as my voice began cracking. “No, no… There’s something wrong with her—” I immediately pressed my palm to her chest. And realized she really wasn't breathing. The world tilted beneath me. She wasn’t breathing. She wasn’t breathing. I repeated in my head over and over again that panic burst through my ribs like glass.

she muttered to herself, but her chest still hurt. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not in a marriage that was supposed to be just paperwork and signatures. Not when they had rules, boundaries, and zero romance. But the image wouldn’t leave her head. Celine hugging him. Adrian not pushing her away. Her hand gripped the brush again, a little tighter this time. She dragged it through her hair like she could brush the thought out of her mind. Then came the sound of the door, a soft click, followed by slow footsteps.

But a simple car accident had her shaking. "The crash wasn't all that nasty! I'm relieved we're safe." Onyx exhaled a sigh of relief as he examined the wreckage, but when he turned around to see a pale Ophelia, fear captivated him. As she gasped for air, Ophelia's chest tightened. Her brain was overloaded with images of the painful memories she had stored away, making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe.

His nose broke as a fresh spate of blood started to flow from it. “She will heal,” Ruben said, his voice quiet as he rose slowly to his feet, the air shimmered with power. He felt for his mate bond, it was still unsteady, but he could feel it growing stronger by the moment. Silence reigned in the dungeon as everyone waited for his next move. “It appears so,” Ruben said, walking over to Trent and placing a hand on his head. Trent whined softly and tried to move away from his grasp, “you are a hard nut to crack. But I know how to make you talk.”

“I’m not stupid. What's wrong with you?" "Nothing is wrong with me,” I say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Heather.” “Don’t gaslight me,” she snaps. “She’s your new obsession. That's what she is. Your new obsession." "I'm not obsessed with her!" I protest. "She's an Omega. You are obsessed with her. You cannot be serious." Heather bursts into tears. I sit next to her and try to put my arm around her, but she pushes me away.

"I can feel your emotion and... it's heavy in the chest. I'm sorry if I can't remember you yet. I'll figure out a way." The heaviness in the chest? He's linked to Hrista, not me. Of course, Hrista is in bondage right now, and it aches to see him bound with the wench. She doesn't want to be miserable alone, huh? "Hessuel... do you need anything else?" I asked. "I'm... hungry."

I muttered under my breαth‚ pαcing the living room now while Αndrew sαt in the corner‚ crying silently. I wαs boiling with rαge‚ but it wαs nothing compαred to the sudden pαin thαt stαbbed through my chest like α blαde. The bond. Right in the middle of my chest. My breαth cαught. My wolf stirred. The bond‚ our bond‚ it wαs pulling. I felt it. It yαnked αt me like α chαin wrαpped αround my ribs‚ tightening‚ pulling‚ suffocαting me.

Ruda took out some gloves and wore them “I can tell…” I looked at the chestnut colored haired man tied to the chair with cable wires since silver wasn’t available for binding. He was already in bad shape. Yohan is really strong… I mean one can tell just by looking at his physique, moreover he has an overwhelming aura.