Spectral Bound Chest Novels & Stories

Marcel gasped in assumption thinking that there was after all some truth to the old wise tale of being cursed by the binders of soul. “I was here, but she couldn’t see or hear me… something else was wrong with her.” “No she was talking to you and dad, I sat with her at the table… she was freaking talking to you like you were right there.” “Marcel! You’re the only one that can see me.” “No, no, no…” Surely in her mind such a possibility would be more of an evil curse than a blessing. “You see me through our bond; I’m not sure but I think that maybe because of what happened that night by the docks and the fact that we’re twins that it somehow connects us.”

I still searched with blurry vision where the voice could be coming from, but I still couldn’t see anyone, “Who are you?” A moment of silence followed, and then I felt it, a presence, cold yet oddly comforting, “I am Athina. The spirit of a wolf that resides within you. Bound together, but you first need to accept our bond.” “What? Why now? I…” I struggled to breath. “Please Veronica. You need to accept our bond, otherwise you will die.” “I…” My chest was hurting as I tried to speak. “Please. You’re on the brink of death. The wolfsbane is killing you, and fast. You are stronger than this, we’re stronger. Please, accept.” She begged.