The First Binding Novels & Stories

The blood oath was a ritual done to seal a bond between the married couple, it was mostly done at their mafia weddings as part of the ceremonies. Luca's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. But he stood from his seat, He stood tall, his posture rigid, as he walked to the centre of the big hall as Elle followed. Her mother in-laws neared them, she faced them as they both were facing each other as people looked on. She grabbed Elle's hand which was small and delicate squeezed her finger. as Luca's gaze remained fixed on some point ahead. But as his mother pricked Elle’s finger and moved the needle to him his eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, they locked gazes.

He dragged my name out in caution. I was speechless as he reached for me again. Taking the left hand, and then the right, he secured my wrists with the makeshift Velcro handcuffs after weaving the rope through the rungs of the headboard. Testing my mobility, I could scarcely move before the Velcro bit my skin. My attention transferred to him capturing my ankle, securely wrapping the Velcro around it, before he pulled my leg toward the corner of the bed and fastened the rope to the footboard. Quickly, he repeated the same action on the other leg. My body now formed a triangle, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Panicked, my chest heaved, and my heart pounded furiously. I was completely at his

“I must offer my sincerest regrets for this disruption. Knowing the depth of Little Sister’s devotion, I ask for your understanding of her lateness.” She shook her head once, mournfully, then leaned back against her desk and tapped her wristlink. A video flickered on the front screen. The students sat motionless, mouths slack, eyes wide. “With less than one hundred of you remaining, it is a stark testament to the brutal reality of the Binding process. Two hundred of you first emerged from sterile grow tubes, only to face the harshness of the Middle. The losses you have endured are not abstract numbers; they are the measure of what this place demands. Those of you left are proof of resilience

With that immediate concern at least partially managed, the inner circle's attention turned more fully toward the counter-binding itself, and Wren found herself, over the following days, spending long hours with Corvain working through what little the old records actually specified about how such a ceremony might be performed. "The original binding required a wound, blood exchange, and words spoken in the old tongue," Corvain explained, laying out reference texts across the same narrow table where he had first shown them Voradine's suppressed research weeks ago. "If Voradine's counter-measure theory holds true, a second binding would likely require something similar, though performed with fu

“My son.. He was.. I think he’s the reason she wanted to bind you in the first place.” I frown. “What do you mean?” “Your wolf and your magic weren’t just born beside each other. They were born inside of one another, twined too tightly. If the binding hadn't been done, one side might’ve devoured the other. I think your father thought he would be able to use your and Elias’ powers to take the pack back..” My hands curl around the edge of the counter. “Is that what’s happening now? One side is trying to devour the other? Because sometimes it feels like my insides are being pulled apart..”

The chamber suddenly felt colder. Ronan folded his arms. “What exactly was sealed?” Kael hesitated. Then answered carefully. “The first bonded wolves.” The Heart of Luna pulsed violently behind Aria. The guardian’s voice echoed faintly inside her mind. The First Bound. Aria looked disturbed instantly. “What does that mean?” Kael exhaled slowly. “According to the records, before modern packs existed, before councils existed, there were wolves directly connected to the Heart itself. Not chosen by bonds.”

I said with a sappy smile. Maya’s eyes lit up with mischief. That could either mean something very good or very bad. Her dark chuckle did not help settle the flutter inside of me. “Relax, Luna,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’d never suggest… Anyways, I think you should do a binding pledge.” My eyebrows rose up as I thought about what she was suggesting. A binding pledge went further than a mate-bond. It was a very old tradition which irrevocably tied two souls together. You could never reject that person afterwards.

I tighten my grip around her arm more than I should, and I notice from the corner of my eye that Jennifer is pulling a face, but she does not complain or move to stop me. We stop in front of the door, and Jennifer gently lets go of my arm. “You can do this.” She purrs affectionately. Then she rolls her eyes. “I don’t know why they have to make such a fuss about a mere binding ceremony. Inviting the entire pack as though its something big and making you feel so nervous.” "It's customary in our pack.” I remind her, just in case she has forgotten. “We always do this for everyone who is meeting their mate for the first time. You too will do it when you meet him.”

"The rumors were true! You've finally been caught! " Alexander let go of her body and his arm slipped around her waist and pulled her closer to him, the warmness of his hand against her was eerie. “Roger, allow me to introduce my wife to you. ”He was so proud of himself that Aria almost thought he was saying it herself. “Aria darling, this is Robert Barnett, Chairman of the Barnett Foundation. ” "Mrs Blackwood, " Robert took her hand, his eyes twinkling with very real affection, "What miracle did you do to convince this erroneous bachelor that marriage was necessary? "

she soothed and he sighed in bitterness. He knew it was forbidden for demons and angels to be at good terms. He and Evelyn were the first of divine creature to be ever fated by the heavens. The first day he met her by the river bank that demarcated the Angel and demons kingdom, she was only eighteen years, he fell in love with her at first sight and he knew he had to have her as his but she, upon seeing him screamed and ran away from him.