Ties That Bind Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter Thirty Nine Cordelia closes the door and listens to the noise to the outside of her room. She’s careful and makes sure that Salina doesn’t follow them. She glances at Cassandra and Willow, who are puzzled by what she reacted. The two are waiting for the word from her. She walks towards her rocking chair and holds the black book she always has in her hand. “Can you tell us what is happening?” “I know you already knew.” She breathes and touches the black book again.

“Tethered. Owned. Fully claimed. Always ours.” Aurelius leaned closer. His amber eyes locked with mine, burning with new, darker hunger. “Forbidden or not, danger or not, the blood tie only binds you tighter to me. I am yours. We are yours. Fully. Completely. Every inch, every pulse, every motion belongs entirely to us. And knowing it is wrong only makes me harder. Only makes me want to ruin you more.”

Realizing what he had done, he sighed, and his shoulders sagged. “Buckley watches documentaries on his laptop. As-“ His eyes went wide as they landed on his mother and her cocked eyebrow as she realized what he started to say. “He doesn’t know how to use headphones and we all get to listen to whatever he has on. Lately it’s been Greek and Roman history.” “At least you are learning something.” Jaxon laughed. “I sympathize.” Ty gave him a small salute. “There’s a guy on shift that listens to audiobooks. Let me correct that. There’s a guy that plays audiobooks for the rest of us.”

Rian’s on the other, wild and bright. Mine at the apex, no longer a leaking vessel but the point where the three currents met and reinforced instead of tearing. For the first time in either life, I didn’t feel like a thing being wielded. I felt like part of a formation—three points braced together. A triad. Chosen. Master Binder’s gaze locked on the space between us, horrified. “This isn’t how vessels behave,” she spat. “They submit. They don’t *link*. They don’t *choose*.”

“Look, I get it. The bond is messing with your head. But all this? Tracking apps, sending my people to spy on him, bugging his stuff? This is too far, man. It’s turning into obsession.” “It’s not obsession,” I snapped, teeth gritted. “I just—” I took a breath, trying to articulate the feeling in my chest without sounding completely insane. “The bond is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. It pulls at me every second of the day. I need to know where he is. I need to know if he’s okay. If something happened to him or the pup…” I trailed off. Just the thought made my skin crawl. Charlie gave me a long, disappointed look. “Levi… do you even hear yourself? You know this isn’t normal.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, my fingers gripping the silver handles of the tray so hard the metal bit into my raw skin. There was a heavy, suffocating silence from inside the room before Kieran's deep, gravelly voice echoed through the crack. He sounded incredibly distant, his tone weighed down by an unyielding, exhausted gravity. "You know I can't just walk away, Tanya," Kieran rumbled, each word sounding like a heavy iron chain dragging across stone. "I am bound by the bond." The world stopped spinning. *I am bound by the bond.* The words sliced through my chest like a jagged blade, tearing away the silver mist, the sweet promises, and the fragile hope I had spent the morning trying to pro

“How do you know how to read this? No one in the pack touches these books. They are locked away for a reason.” “I just do,” I said. My voice sounded different for a second. Clearer and steadier. “It is called Echo Binding. That is what is happening. Someone imprinted pieces of him into me. It is not random. It needs a compatible host, someone already weak or dying.” Rhydian grabbed my arm, grip firm but not painful. “Echo Binding? Keep reading. What else does it say? Tell me everything.”

Jenny’s body trembled as she crouched behind the broken pew. The sound of footsteps echoed through the church, slow and deliberate. She could feel Ethan’s grip tighten on her wrist, his breath warm against her ear. Whoever had entered was searching for them. Her heart pounded so hard she feared it would give them away. The steps moved closer. Ethan pressed his lips near her ear. “Stay quiet,” he whispered. Jenny barely nodded. The silence stretched, thick with tension. Then, just as suddenly as they had entered, the footsteps retreated. The heavy church doors creaked shut, leaving behind an eerie stillness.

he whispered, his eyes glowing dimly, his voice a low whisper, “I bind the strands of fate, shape the invisible, and reveal long-hidden truths.” The third figure stepped forward, his towering frame draped in armor so ancient. The sheer size of him was intimidating, but his voice carried a steady calm, like a mountain unshaken by storms. “I am the Warden of Steel. I am both the shield and the blade, unyielding and resolute. None pass through this citadel without proving their worth.” Gaia’s breath hitched as an older man approached, his steps measured, his pale tattoos glowing faintly with a soft blue light. His frail appearance carried an undeniable aura of wisdom, and his calm voice seemed

His muffled voice came from under the pages. "I'm hungry." I stared at him, and suddenly the mountain of shock and fear inside me cracked a little. The same monster, capable of toppling a publicly traded company with an ancient phone, was now annoyed to be hungry. I took a deep breath, walked over, and snatched the book from his hands. "Stop staring, you won't understand." "I do understand," he muttered quietly. "If you understand, why are you still hungry?" I snapped, dragging him off the couch. "Go make something to eat."