Tethered Novels & Stories

I winced and shut my eyes closed, trying to shut down the severe pain i was having, my head hurt so much and also my entire body, i was in a extremely dark room and couldn’t see a thing. I tried to turn my head but the sharp pain i felt prevented me from doing so. I was sitting on a chair, my hands and felt were also tied, my mouth was covered with a duct tape, i tried to wiggle my hands free but it was of no use, My hands were strongly tied. I tried to remember what had happened and what exactly it was that brought me here

This is someone she loved so much. Ava and Britney explained everything to Danielle. Danielle fell to her feet She was weak, she felt numbness from her head to toe, she couldn't even find her voice. She kept staring at nothing. Britney was scared that she might lose it. She got close to her, made her sit up while wiping the tears from her eyes, "I'm sorry" she said crying too.

‘Lu, I need you,’ I called out. I could feel him tug on the twin-bond to follow it to me. Twins were connected through a bond, similar to the mate-bond, but it was simply just a tether. We could feel each other’s emotions if they were extremely strong, but that was about it. The tether helped guide us to each other.

“You can have the position back under one condition that you must abide by." Against her better judgement, Madeline nodded, waiting for Robinson to tell her what decided her fate. “For the next seventy-two hours, you'll be under heavy scrutiny by me. You will make no mistake. Let me repeat this so you understand. You will not even a single mistake between those seventy-two hours, and whatever I say or ask of you do must be done. You have thrirty seconds to make a decision. I'll take your silence as disinterest."

I know my eyes must be the size of saucers, but I sense that he is building anticipation. "Lie down on the mattress on your front, arms above your head, resting your cheek on the cover," Alex says. I do exactly as he asks and he strides around the platform confidently to where my wrists are. He quickly cuffs them before attaching them to a rope that comes out the side of the platform so that I can't move my arms. Alex then moves behind me and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he now has a further two cuffs, which he attaches around each ankle and then secures them so that my legs are spread. I can feel the cool air between my thighs and I find myself squirming in expectancy.

For the first time since we were locked into the blood bond, the tether felt frayed. Even though I should have been excited that after weeks of us wondering why it hadn’t severed, staring into Kaiden’s lifeless eyes had me terrified as I realized I didn’t want it to.

“Wait, no. He helped, but first there was… someone else.” “Someone important to you?” “No, I don’t know him, but I feel this… connection to him.” “Interesting. Can you describe the connection?” “It’s like… I think… I don’t know,” I sigh. “That’s okay. Let’s discuss the other tethers you see. What do they look like?” “They’re similar to bonds, but different, weaker… not solid. They vary in colour, and they move, reaching out and drawing in surrounding people. What do the different colours mean?”

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.

John frowned, "What do you mean, by who?" I didn't answer. Because I didn't know, it was just a deep knowing feeling. All I knew was that the word echoed again, faint and low in my mind. "Tether." And this time, I wasn't sure if it was a whisper or a warning.

"And you don't?" "I view you as a complex variable," I said simply. "And variables must be integrated, not hoarded." I gestured to a stone bench in the alcove. "Sit. Please." She sat. She looked exhausted. The scent of Barzil still clung to her—iron and smoke—but beneath it, I could smell the ozone of her own power. Sharp and electric. It made the hair on my arms stand up. "Here is the data," I began. Counting on my fingers. "Barzil requires a Tether to manage the immense gravitational output of his command. You stabilize him. Viggo requires a Tether to soothe the Red and prevent Feral degradation. You anchor him."