Thrice Bound Chest Novels & Stories

Because no one else feels the bond tightening around their ribs like a noose. No one else hears her voice in every silence. News keeps trickling in. Whispers. Eleanor, seen in Nightshade. Eleanor, with him. Tristan. My jaw locked. The bastard was touching her. Holding her like she belonged to him. And she—she was letting him. I gripped the throne. My heart thudded too loud. The bond spasmed, pain lancing through my chest like a blade. It wasn’t broken. But it was slipping.

The pain in my chest was so intense that I could barely stand. "Focus on me," Skylar said and her eyes locked onto mine. "Focus on us. On our bond. Nothing else matters." I grabbed her hand and felt Myron's fingers close around my other wrist. The bond between us flared to life and suddenly I could feel everything they felt. Their love. Their fear. Their absolute refusal to give up. The elder saw what we were doing and started chanting faster. "By moon and blood and sacred vow, we bind these three as one!"

All four of us started using our elements in order to finish as much of wendigos as we can and provide help to the warriors fighting downstairs. Everything was going great and we had almost won with only 30 people from the rival's side left , but suddenly I felt as if I was stabbed three times on my body but it was not my pain and I knew that what I was dreading had happened and it was further cleared when the names of all three of my mates were taken . I rushed downstairs towards them saw all three of them together laying next to each other, they had already closed their eyes and I could feel the mate bond slipping and that was the moment that the thing holding me back snapped inside me

"But for your disobedience... we require a total, unconditional surrender of your control." Before I could formulate a defense, Asher stepped up behind me. His massive, tattooed chest pressed flush against my back, his body radiating a furnace-like heat. He grabbed both of my wrists with a sudden, unbreakable grip, lifting my arms above my head. I gasped as Caleb efficiently wrapped the first two strips of black silk around my wrists, securing them tightly to the heavy, carved mahogany posts of the headboard. I was completely pinned against the mattress, my sheer robe falling open to expose my bare, aching center to the cool air of the suite.

Ruda took out some gloves and wore them “I can tell…” I looked at the chestnut colored haired man tied to the chair with cable wires since silver wasn’t available for binding. He was already in bad shape. Yohan is really strong… I mean one can tell just by looking at his physique, moreover he has an overwhelming aura.

Bloodbound Trials A Forbidden Fantasy Romance of Power, Betrayal, and Desire. Under the light of a crimson moon, one forgotten secret has the power to awaken an ancient kingdom. Ariana has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary until a mysterious pendant, haunting dreams, and a dangerous stranger shatter everything she thought she knew. Thrust into a hidden world of forbidden magic, cursed bloodlines, and ruthless enemies, she discovers that her past has been buried beneath centuries of lies. As dark forces close in, Ariana must unravel the truth behind her family's disappearance and embrace a destiny she never chose. But every answer comes with a price, and every ally hi

The witch’s gaze shifted again, far away for a second. Like she was listening to something only she could hear. Then— “She’s not waking properly.” My eyes narrowed slightly. “What does that mean?” “She should feel it more,” the witch said. “Not less.” Mara’s expression tightened. “That aligns with what he said.” “Yes,” the witch murmured. “But that’s not the problem.” “Then what is?” I asked. Her eyes met mine again, sharp this time. “You bound her too early.” Silence dropped hard.

“Fenrir…” She moved toward him. “Don’t touch him.” The warning came too late. Her hand brushed his shoulder and the mark broke through. Light tore across his chest beneath the fabric, jagged and unnatural, forcing its way outward like something alive. The burn intensified, deeper now, anchoring itself into him with a permanence that could not be mistaken for anything temporary. Fenrir’s hand hit the ground to steady himself, his other pressing briefly against his chest as his body fought to adjust to something it did not understand.

Damon said after few moments of silence. Doctor Tim moved forward towards Neah and took her palms, he examined it carefully and pressed the center of her palms tightly making Neah wince a little in pain. "What are you doing Tim?"Damon asked as he walked towards them and just then, Tim moved back, knowing Damon was protective about the female. "I think her wolf abilities has been bound thrice, she is more or less a human now" Doctor Tim revealed yet another shock. "Thrice?" Neah couldn't believe her ears " What do you mean thrice, how can my wolf be bound thrice, that's impossible!" Neah refused blatantly and Tim nodded " I know what I am saying princess Neah, you have been bound thrice," Tim

There is only one thing that can; be their bracelet. Nobles and generals are given special bracelets with their names engraved on them. It can’t become undone, it can’t be removed on a vampire’s wrists unless it’s cut off, or if they died. But then, why is the chest so big? And how does it connect with the Goddess’ Blessed? As their mind was filled with questions, the chest finally opened. Louis tilted it, and no one knows if it was deliberate, but he tilted it to the point that whatever was inside the chest rolled out.