Tie That Bind Novels & Stories

Ana’s POV I felt a rope tied on my hand which was tied behind a wooden chair. I was so disturbed because I felt the sound of mice’s in the room. I couldn’t say for certain if it was in an enclosed area or an open place but one thing was certain. I was alone and heard nothing. My eyes were tied and this made it even more difficult to tell what was actually going on in there. I couldn’t even move parts of my body as I felt almost hypnotized.

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.

Only after watching their blood mix together did Kieran release her hand. "Wendy, if you keep stalling, don't force me to get rough with you." Wendy's body trembled. She did not dare say another word and nodded repeatedly. "Very good. Next, you two will drink this blood together." Roland nodded with satisfaction. The hands clasped behind his back began trembling uncontrollably with excitement. Soon he would fulfill his long-held wish. Kieran nodded coldly and reached for the bowl, but then he noticed something strange. The blood that should have mixed together had separated.

“The bond… it’s alive, Elara. It doesn’t just tie us—it demands us. Every heartbeat, every breath, every night. You and me… forever.” Her eyes fluttered shut, a shiver racing through her as she pressed closer. Their fingers intertwined, silver sparks dancing wildly across their skin. “Then let it guide us,” she whispered, surrendering fully, body and soul aligned with the bond’s living pulse. Time unraveled. Hours passed in stolen kisses, whispered touches, and lingering caresses. Every sigh, every movement became a language of power, desire, and unshakable trust. They explored each other not just as lovers, but as halves of a whole—bound, amplified, inseparable.

“Remember it. Because that feeling means you’ll never hesitate again when someone tries to put a bullet in me—or in you. That blood ties you to me now, more than your family ever did.” Her breath caught. “That’s… twisted.” His lips curled into something dark, almost cruel. “It’s the truth. Every drop you spill for me binds us. You think you can walk away from this? From me? You can’t.” The words should have horrified her. Instead, a shiver coursed through her—not of fear, but of something far more dangerous. She hated it. She craved it. Her voice was a whisper. “And if I wanted to walk away?”

My hand started to slip inside his pants when he held them, stopping me in my movement. I looked at him in confusion but he merely tugged on my dress and I lifted my hips so he could take them off. Left in only my panties, I watched as Damon took hold of the tie he’d discarded. He pulled my hands behind my back and stared at me as he tied them together. I tested the knot but it was unbelievably tight, making me wonder how many times he’d done it before. Bound before him, my breasts were protruded, waiting for him to take action.

“I know I might not be the best man on earth, but I will be for you if you let me be your husband, be the man by your side every day of my life, the man you will walk down the aisle to meet.” “George, I will.” She was excited, she had wanted to be with him but didn't expect them to be tying the knot quickly. THE END

Usually in a pack, the males claimed the female, and the others just learned to live with or beat the hell out of each other. What Thaddeus seemed to suggest was an additional bond, one that would also tie them as more than friends. "Before I say yes, does this involve any kinky shit? Because I'll admit, while I admire and covet Toni's ass, yours, not so much." Thaddeus laughed. "The tie I speak of is one of blood. A bite exchange where I inject you with some of my essence. It will link us and allow us to share some of our thoughts and feelings. It will protect you against my kind as well."

Daire’s voice came out like ice. “I’ve done some research on the subject. I am older than both of you combined.” Cadogen dusted his shoulder. All three of us walked back to the table Cedar was at. He looked at Cadogen with suspicion. I sat beside him but he wasn’t happy with me either. He clutched the wyvern stuffy to himself. “Soul-Tie’s are bonds between two people and they have to be sealed. You seal them with an emotionally charged Intimate act.” He looked between the two of us.

Her little hands are bound fucking tight by the time I'm done. She test them, tugging them just once in a bid to loosen them before realizing those binds aren't going anywhere. “Open that slutty little mouth for me,” I instruct her, and she does that. She opens wide, her breaths shallow as her eyes eats mine up, nervous. I pick my tie up from the bed and slip it between her sweet lips and tie it tight at the back of her head, loving the way it stretches her mouth wide. “You look so fucking hot when you're bound,” I tell her and she nods.