Tethered Book Novels & Stories

But then she found a section that made her stop cold. On the Nature of Bonds and Their Corruption She read it three times to make sure she understood correctly. According to Moira’s notes, the bond between alpha and mate was based on an older spell something called the Tether. It was designed to link two souls so completely that they could share power, thoughts, even life force. But the Tether had a weakness: it could be corrupted from the outside if someone got hold of the bonded pair’s essence—blood, hair, tears, anything that carried their magical signature.

Looking back, it was impossible to see the outer library - the curved walls blocked off the view from the outside. "There you are," Mike said. Tink was on the floor, legs splayed and tail twitching, her face buried in a large book. Beside her was a stack of maps and other assorted books. The map of the Labyrinth was set on a table next to them, as well as Tink's backpack.

With the way she called him back he knew she must have something to tell him. "Have you discussed it with her?" "Yaya I will, I can't just throw it at her." "It's okay, I get you." He pecked her and left. Brielle was laying on the bed with a book in her hand when he entered the room. "What are you reading?" "Book." George grabbed the book from her and looked at the cover. He turned slowly and looked at her. "What" "You read romance novels?" "What's wrong with that?"

“So what is the over-under on it killing us the moment we touch it?” Soraya didn’t answer. Because what we all already knew the answer. Maxwell’s jaw tightened. “No, Lena, we’re not doing this right now.” “Yes,” I said, moving closer. “We do.” I could feel it. This one was different. The first tether had struggled against us, but this one wouldn’t struggle. It was waiting. Because it knew I would come. The shadows at the edge of the room Vectored Images, shrank away as I came closer.

"Oren gave it to me and told me it would matter when it mattered. That's the full extent of what I have." Kael looked at Oren. Oren said, "Your grandmother's book. Third chapter. She describes it as an anchor's anchor." He paused. "A Sovereign needs something to tether to when the power gets too large. The person they tether to needs something to hold onto when the Sovereign's power would otherwise pull them under with it." "It protects him," I said. "It protects you both," Oren said. "The tether works in both directions, or it doesn't work at all. If Kael is your anchor and something pulls you into water too deep, you both drown unless he has something keeping him above the surface."

Safe. But deep beneath that peace, I could feel something shifting already. The Tether. The witch. Something ancient beginning to move again because of the connection tied to my mark. “She’s trying to pull me back,” I said quietly. James went still. “What?” I flexed my hand slowly as another pulse of pain spread through the mark. “The Tether,” I murmured. “I can feel it.” A heavy silence settled immediately. Because both of us understood exactly how dangerous that was. The Tether was not just some prison between worlds. It was a nightmare. A place where reality twisted. Where minds broke. Where the witch had once trapped Aluna deep inside her own subconscious.

I whispered in fear as I ran to my room to check for the book I had come across the Blood-oat tether. I flipped through the pages eager to find an explanation for what was going on. I'd read about it one of the days I was reading through the book but o refused to believe that is what was going on. "Cone on, come on." I whispered as my eyes scanned the page, my index finger trailing through the writings on the book as I read through the Blood-oat tether. The symptoms and implications. "No no no no. Shit!" I yelled into my palms when I discovered that it was indeed the blood-oat tether going on.

The tether writhed like a living thing, its glow shifting, pulsing as if tasting new power. And then, with a sound like cracking ice, a second tether began to grow, this one stretching from Adrien’s chest toward the spire

Now I understand his hesitation. The scroll in front of me is written in the old tongue, the script formal and archaic. It details something called the *Tethering.* A ritual. Ancient. Forbidden. Designed to bind a mortal soul to a divine one. Not as an equal. That is impossible. But as an *anchor.* A living connection to the mortal world, preventing the divine from drifting completely into the realm of gods and forgetting what it means to be real. The cost is laid out in clinical detail.

For some strange reason, my stomach churned but I pushed it aside as I flipped through quickly, scanning and searching for anything that felt familiar. Bonding rituals, hierarchy structures, and even claiming. My breath slowed, then hitched as I found it. A passage, just tucked at the corner, held a title “Rare cases of Dual Tethering” and I stilled. My eyes moved slower now, taking in each word more carefully. The words ‘unstable, often suppressed or corrected’ stared back at me as my fingers tightened against the page. Corrected? What did they mean by that? A second reference appeared further down. This one was more fragmented, and less detailed, but I read through either way.