Tethered Novels & Stories

That small pressure tethered me to the moment, steadying my body while leaving my mind free. I can feel the tether. It is not a chain anymore. It is a line I can pull against. And the realization that I might be allowed to pull makes my heart race with both fear and something far more dangerous: excitement. I want to pull harder. I want to see how much they will let me take before they take it back. Before I break. Or before they do.

"The Bloodanchor manages the release -- channels the distributed magic into a form the general population can receive without it overwhelming systems that have been receiving a restricted supply for three centuries. The Dravhen bloodline -- specifically a bloodline that carried the Tethering and survived -- provides the anchor point. The marker in the blood after a Tethering is broken is a compatibility signal. It tells the Convergence Point that the conditions have been met correctly." I went very still. "If you activated it with those two components present," I said, "correctly, with a Bloodanchor channeling the release -- would it be safe?" "Based on everything I know," Vel said, "yes." "

CJ stares at me and points to the door. "It was nice meeting you Terra." He smirks. "You are so full of Terror." ^^^^^^^

Perhaps he needed practice before having to talk with her, for he might not be able to come back to the present easily. He could picture what the guru had said. Practice regularly. It takes practice to get to this point. Keep practicing until you will be able to move across the room. He could still recall when he said that it was safe to come back because of the silver chord. He will be attached to it and wherever he goes and how far he travels, he would still be able to come back. For a first-timer, that was enough, so he slipped back slowly to his body.

I was on the verge of passing our due to our close proximity. The tension rising between us,causing me to pray all the existing God that I'd remain sane until the night was over. "Done..."His voice snapped me out of my dreamland where only R rated images were invading my imagination. I slowly distanced myself from his intimidating presence. "Thanks.."I chipped almost inaudibly.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

I try to stay focused, fighting alongside my pack, but there’s something else pulling at my attention. It’s the tether; its pull is stronger than ever, whispering in my mind, tugging me toward the edge of the battlefield. I clench my jaw, forcing myself to stay in the fight, but it’s no use. The tether is like an invisible hand, reaching deep into my mind, urging me to leave the battle behind and follow it into the shadows.

“Well, that’s comforting. So not only do we have a Rift that’s breaking reality, but now it has eyes in our world.” Lena shook her head. “No,” she murmured. “Not eyes. A tether.” Cassian’s hands flexed on her shoulders before he released her. “What do you mean?” Lena hesitated, searching for the right words. “It doesn’t just want to take me back—it’s trying to anchor itself here. Like it’s using me as a doorway.” The realization made her stomach twist. Dorian let out a low curse. “Okay, so… what happens if it succeeds?”

The Tether, a bridge between the deep and the green. And the cut—a severing between land and sea, when two forces were split by sacrifice. One went to the forest. The other, to the tide. ⸻ The Tether Fails Emily collapsed, breath stolen. The visions bled into her thoughts. The Seed was not the only thing meant to bind. There had been another. A counterweight. A sibling. One sealed beneath the sea—Merakar. And now both bonds were weakening. The Seed stirred in WildWood.

Renzo feels too intimate for a man who vanished. “To explain.” His voice is rough, scraped raw by fatigue and time zones. He runs a hand through his hair, and the gesture is so utterly weary it chips away at my anger. “It was an emergency in Tokyo. A joint venture. It was imploding. The main investor was minutes from pulling out. It would have taken half my division with it.” His voice was rough, scraped raw by fatigue and long hours. “There was no time for anything else. Phones off. Doors locked. It was… a war.”