Tethered Book Novels & Stories

"No. I have been meticulously careful. Vel believes I went to ground after Maren died and that I removed myself from the board entirely. If he knew I was in Ironveil, he would have alerted Zoran, and the situation would have been—" "Worse." "Yes, significantly." "Is your brother the one who built the Tethering?" Caius asked. "No. The Tethering is three centuries old. Vel is ancient, but not that ancient. He found the documentation the same way Maren did: hunting through the old, forgotten texts. But unlike Maren, he gave the information to a powerful man to use as a ladder, rather than working to dismantle it." "Why?"

Elena curled tighter against him, the moral dilemma heavier than ever. The tense alliance had survived another day. But the choice over the new evidence threatened to break them completely.

And he felt, maybe his previous love will forgive him if it is Sanvika. So he opened the book and looked at the flower. The wind brushed through making it look like the flower will blow off any moment. He took a minute and held the book up the wind. A strong wind blew the flower off. They watched as the wind carried it to the edge of the water. A wave washed it into the sea… A silent moment.

But who knew what would happen to us when we went back to the real world? I opened Sarah’s box of honeymoon tricks. Travis and I had a laugh when I pulled out some naughty stuff from the box, like edible underwear, lubricants, and flavored oils. There was a game there called “Sssshhhh!!!” “‘Ssshhhh!!! The newlyweds’ honesty game,’” I read from the caption. Travis raised a brow. “That’s interesting.”

I said shaking my head sideways and looking around the class to see all the people still looking at me. "Then why that cute little pout on your face?" he asked booping my nose with his index finger and I noticed a small tattoo on his ring finger on the inside that is lying in between his ring and middle finger. I pulled his hand towards mine and tried seeing his tattoo. But he winced when I pulled his fingers. "Sorry, I was just curious to see your tattoo" I said giving him a sorry look. He just giggled and gave me his hand. There was a beautiful iris resting on his finger. The flower looks soo very beautiful and it looks elegant. "That looks soo very beautiful" I said gasping in awe.

I could do this because I needed my girl back where she was safe. The tether between the Guardian and charge was a one-way connection between the two. It did two things. It acted as a compass which pointed towards the charge. It also allowed for the Guardian to connect with the mind of the charge. Once all was said and done, it would help guide me to her while also allowing me to keep tabs on her. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. I spent multiple hours a day working on this but had yet to make a connection with her. However, I would not give up.

The answer arrived slowly, the binding turning the question over the way something old and careful might examine an unfamiliar hand before deciding whether to trust it. Not blood, it said, in a voice that was neither Elena's nor the Warden's, older than either, textureless in a way that made it feel less like a being and more like a law given the capacity to speak. Not years, though your grandmother's grandmother gave those freely and this vessel remembers the debt fondly. What this binding requires from you is simpler and harder. A tether. Something living, given willingly, bound to the same frequency as the power itself, so that when the Ardenmere overflows, it overflows into something tha

My eyes darted across the shelves, catching unlimited colours of bibliographs and encyclopedias until it turned plain in my head. We are doomed. And I am a hair's length away from being caught.

Even now. Especially now. When the last sigil thrummed steady once more, I sagged back onto my heels and stared at the faint residue still smoldering near the center of the floor. A small, nearly invisible cord of light. The resonance tether. It formed the second she touched me. I hadn’t wanted it to happen. I hadn’t let it happen. But that didn’t change the fact that it was there, quiet, thrumming, insistent. And I knew what it was.

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.