The First Binding Novels & Stories

Every guard i passed stiffened uncontrollably, I knew that my rage was dripping off me, but I didn’t give a fucking care. I should never have left…, my fist clenched together tightly.. Cornel! That traitorous bastard. He didn’t only manipulate Milo, he also made sure to bind him to a binding oath. The binding oath is an ancient ritual. The highest and the most effective way of agreeing to a deal. In our world that is filled with vicious and wild werewolves, the binding oath is the safest way to seal a deal between alphas or packs.

More present. "THE OLD POWERS ARE NOT LIKE THE WEAVER. THEY ARE NOT ORDER. THEY ARE NOT BALANCE. THEY ARE HUNGERED. CHAOS. THE BLIND DRIVES TO CONSUME." A pause. "THEY WERE OLD WHEN THE FIRST WOLF HOWLED. THEY WILL BE OLD WHEN THE LAST WOLF FALLS. YOU CANNOT KILL THEM. YOU CAN ONLY BIND THEM. BURY THEM. HOLD THEM." A chill that had nothing to do with the emissary's cold ran down my spine. "How did the first wolves bind them?"

"They wouldn't." "They already are. The hearing is tomorrow. They'll question you. Assess you. And if they decide you're a threat, they'll bind you. Strip away your power. Make you harmless." "You're lying." "Am I? Ask your teachers. Ask Cole. Ask anyone who knows Council history. The Binding Protocol has been used three times. Twice on Eclipse wolves who refused to submit. Once on an Eclipse who was deemed too dangerous to exist free." "What happened to them?" "They died. Within months. The binding broke them. Physically. Mentally. Spiritually. They couldn't survive without their power."

But emotion ran high — in the glisten of Augustus’s eyes, in Julian’s quiet smile, in the way Marisol’s hands trembled as she passed them the ceremonial binding cord. It was a strip of cloth, made from the combined threads of Ember’s old photography shawl and Asher’s childhood tunic — knotted three times by pack hands under the full moon. Marisol wound it around their joined hands. “With earth, with blood, with bone — we bind you,” she said. “With choice, with love, with fate — we bless you.” The moment they were declared bonded, the howls came again — louder now, full-throated and fierce, echoing through the forest like a song that had been waiting generations to be sung again.

“Help. What’s happening?” As one, all their eyes opened simultaneously. She saw confusion and fear on five of the six faces surrounding her, but Orin seemed calm. “What is this, Orin?” He gave her a lazy grin as he brushed one of the tendrils, which released its hold on him at the tender caress. “It’s the binding, North.” She frowned. “What’s that?”

“So. Binders.” He didn’t deflect. He sat back on his heels and met my eyes like he’d decided to say a thing he didn’t like saying. “A binder is a wolf who learned the wrong lesson about power,” he said. “Some are born with the knack. More grow it by practicing on anything that can’t say no.” “Practicing. Like tying bows?” My chest pulled tight. “Tying knots,” he said. “In living things. In moments. In fear. They twist a thread that’s already there. If they’re strong, they make it obey.”

Mason’s POV I pull out of her slowly, and she whimpers at the loss, her body trembling with need. She looks incredible like this. I’d spent most of today planning how I wanted to bind her. I didn’t want to go with something simple, but I also didn’t want to tie her in a way that put too much strain on her body, especially not the first time. Arms and legs are usually the quickest way to suspend someone, but that method carries a lot of pressure.

This time, when the knot in his chest loosened, it stayed that way. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

, the First Royal said, "is what makes you royal. Rule is not about crowns and thrones. It is about sacrifice and service. You embody both without needing the title to justify either." She turned toward Paige's suspended form. "I will bind her. Spirit and body simultaneously. The binding council law requires it, but living practitioners can only attempt rather than guarantee it. In this space, I can guarantee it." "What does that mean for her?" Sierra asked. "It means she wakes in the living world bound beyond the reach of centuries of practice. Her testimony will remain accessible to those with the authority and integrity to use it, and her faction's protection will disappear once the truth

It was as if fate was playing with her feelings because she couldn’t imagine how someone so perfect could be tied to her. He owned up to his responsibility, surprised her in ways she never expected and most importantly decided to give them a chance. She, however, dreamt of something like this but the vision wasn’t clear especially after she lost their first child whose memory will ever remain with them. He was the best thing that could ever happen to her. She tried to push him away but she failed. He stood by her till she got better, assured her things will be fine and if possible, he loved her more.