They Keep Pulling Me Back In Novels & Stories

Falling back onto the rocky shore, I rematerialize next to my mate. "Carnelia," his eyes are wide and unable to focus, his body tight with fear. "Where did you go? You just disappeared!" "Primus, I might not have much time," I speak quickly, as his arms wrap around me, pulling me into his chest, his rapidly beating heart anchoring me to this place. "They are coming back for me. I can feel their pull. I won't last long enough to see you all to safety." Holding back the shadows they start to burn as the council pulls together, using their combined strength to bring me back.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty **** I stopped disappearing. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. The suspicion in Jason’s eyes, the quiet concern in Elian’s voice, even Kael’s forced jokes,were cracks in the dam. If I kept pulling away, they’d break through. And I couldn’t risk that. Not now. Not when the power inside me was still raw, still learning its own shape. So I came back.

I stepped back slightly. Big mistake. The pull hit instantly. Not painful. But strong enough to stop me. My breath caught. “You feel that,” he said. I nodded slowly. “Yes.” Another pulse. Deeper. More insistent. Like it was trying to pull me back toward him. Toward Kael. But underneath that— There was something else. Fainter. Pulling in the opposite direction. My heart skipped. No. That wasn’t possible. (Unknown POV) She feels it. Both of them.

"They told me. The energy. The pulling. You let them use you up." I shrugged. "Worth it." "No." His voice cracked. "No it's not." "Yes it is." He shook me once, not hard, just desperate. "Stop. Stop doing this. I don't want it if it costs you." "Too late." I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down so our foreheads touched. "You're healing. I can feel it. Your scent's cleaner. You're not shaking as bad. I'm not stopping. This was enough to drag you back home so I'm doing this. "

The bond with Nick pulses stronger now, and I cling to it, letting it guide me toward the light. “Come back to us, Mariah…” Mom’s voice. So faint, but I hear it. It’s like a whisper carried on the wind, reaching out to me. “I’m trying,” I whisper back, tears I can’t shed burning inside me. “I’m trying so hard.” I feel warmth spreading through me, stronger now. It’s like a rope, pulling me up, guiding me back to where I belong. The darkness is retreating, but it’s not gone. It’s still clinging to me, trying to drag me down one last time.

Why would I feel this now, after everything I had fought to put behind me? Moments later, I felt another pull, this time toward Clay, and then Lucian. It was like an invisible thread stretching out to them, one I desperately wanted to sever. But every time I tried to resist, the connection seemed to intensify, an unwanted longing threading its way into my heart.

I was making progress in what I was doing. "Damn you!" I grabbed the pack triumphantly, but the joy didn't last long because a certain voice distracted me," What the fuck!" I missed the landing of my feet, and before I knew it, I was falling down to the floor, my eyes shut close tightly, waiting for the cold impact of the ground, but it didn't come. Instead, strong, muscular arms wrapped around my waist and neck securely. "Do you have a death wish on your bucket list?" His deep, husky tone reprimanded me.

“Physical pain? That’s not good, Jordyn. I’ve heard of bonds causing discomfort, but pain like that usually means something’s seriously off.” “Yeah,” I muttered, rubbing my chest where the bond seemed to tighten. “It’s like every time I try to move forward with Amelia, the bond pulls me back harder. The more I try to distance myself from Brianne, the more it hurts.” Josh scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Bonds like that don’t just disappear. You know that, right? Unless you officially break it—reject it, you’re going to keep feeling that pull.”

It just sat there – quiet and patient, like it was waiting for a bus that was always late. "The bond is pulling harder," Tala noted. "Even I can feel the tension from here. Yikes." "I know," I replied, holding myself steady against it. It wasn't painful—but it wasn't gentle either. It pulled and called and urged me towards them in a way that took active effort to resist. I resisted it anyway. "You can try," Tala snickered. "But I hope you have a backup plan. Should I start taking bets?" "I will," I said stubbornly.

Days passed and we were finally back to Henry deciding to touch me sometimes. After I'd begged, of course and when luck wasn't on my side—he just wouldn't, no matter how much I begged. Currently, I was in the latter phase. It was funny how I had a feeling it'd come back to this. Push and pull. When I decide to let go, he'll be there to pull me back. And once I'm back, he's letting me beg him again.