Tie That Bind Novels & Stories

To get rid of my DNA for others to use against me. A blood-tie was a trick formed by old power that was supposed to be extinct. It was a trap that mixed two creatures' blood and bonded them together so they would become co-dependent. This blood-tie was like a leash wrapped around my neck. I was only able to walk a certain distance away before the leash would snap in place. The worst part was, I had no idea how to break a blood-tie. But I probably knew who formed it and I could bet money on who I was now bound to.

He pulled back, gaze sharp. “I’m not done watching you fall apart,” he said, voice hoarse. “But this time, I want your wrists tied.” My stomach dropped. My pussy clenched. I nodded in anticipation. He smirked, reached for something in the drawer—a long, black silk tie. He kissed my knuckles, then raised both my arms above my head and bound them to the headboard, tight enough to make me tremble, but not enough to hurt. Then he stood back and looked at me.

he asked, tugging lightly. “Yeah,” I breathed, testing the bind. “Now your ankles.” He knelt as he tied them, spreading my legs. “Lie back for me.” I eased onto the platform. My bound wrists pressed into my lower back, and my legs stayed parted, the ropes keeping me in place. I couldn’t see him, but his presence was everywhere. “You’re perfect like this,” he said, commanding. “Completely mine to unravel.” “Yours?” “For now.” His fingers trailed down my throat, slow and teasing. “Ready to let go?”

There was no way out of it until the master released it. “I will kill you,” I bit back. “I did not doubt it.” His voice stayed calm. “But with a blood bind,” he continued, “if you hurt me, you hurt too.” My heart skipped. “If I die,” he added, “you die.” The room felt smaller. “And because I made the bind,” he finished, “only I can release it.” My hands shook once before I forced them still.

“It’s trying to.” The pain surged again. I cried out. My wolf thrashed inside me, wild and afraid. “I can’t hold it,” I gasped. “I’m breaking.” Kieran went still. There was a pause. Heavy. Final. Then he said, “I’m going to bind us.” The words cut through the pain. “What?” I whispered. “Just for a moment,” he said. “Just enough to anchor you.” My eyes widened. “That’s forbidden.” “Yes.”

Maya walked towards her with a long white satin ribbon. I looked at Brynn curiously, but she ignored the question in my eyes. She just focused on what she was doing instead. The ribbon was wrapped around my wrist before it was wound around my hand and hers as well. “Tonight, I will irrevocably tie my soul to yours through a binding pledge. My body, heart, and soul are already yours. This is me telling you that I am absolutely certain that you are my present and future. You’re the only person I would ever wish to claim and be claimed by.”

Damon last: "And you, Damon, my love and fire, eternal." The power surged as the bonds connected, forming a circle that included all four of us—three brothers and me, defying the single-bond rule. The triplets amplified it, their divine energy sealing the weave with unbreakable strength. Light exploded outward, washing over the pack, a wave of warmth that made wolves howl in unison. The elders staggered back; even Lady Valeria bowed her head deeper. "It's done," I whispered, feeling the eternal bind settle like a warm cloak. No severing ties. No choosing one. All three, forever.

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.

“I’ll pay her two million dollars. But I want a legal document—a consent form, airtight—that makes it binding. After the payment, if she ever demands another cent, no matter the evidence she claims to have, I can sue her for double. I want it so tight she won’t be able to breathe through a loophole.” Michael was silent for a moment, then I heard the click of his pen. “Interesting. You want to flip the trap. Fine. It can be done. We’ll draft it as a settlement agreement. Payment for permanent release of claims. She signs, she’s bound. She violates it, you drag her to court and bleed her instead.”

It’s about what recently happened in the house… Claudia was the first to notice and she felt that was the most hurtful part… She thinks he lied to her, betrayed her and shattered their trust. But bounding doesn’t work like that. Once a vampire is bounded to another, the binder cares intensely for the bindee. While the bindee starts to find the binder attractive. This is until they meet their other half. “So, we’re just gonna divorce? End it like we don’t mean anything to each other?” “You made this choice, not me. I didn’t ask you to bind my Scarlett to you, you’re the reason she finds you attractive—"